Excerpt

Randy woke slowly. He gazed at the ceiling above, trying to focus on the smooth, white surface. It looked foreign to him. Regaining his senses, his eyes grew wide, and he sat up quickly. It didn’t take any time to realize everything was foreign to him. Everything was a relative term, as the only items in the small room were the bed he sat on with white sheets, a white wooden door with a brass handle, and two full-length mirrors side-by-side on the far wall. Aside from the doorknob, there was no other color. There weren’t any windows, either. The room was bright, in spite of no visible light fixture.

He placed his hands at his sides to push off and stand, but caught a glimpse of the white robe he was wearing. It extended down to the floor, covering his legs. How did I get into this?

He stood and went over to the left mirror to see what he looked like. Nothing seemed out of place. Other than the robe, he noticed his short, brown hair parted perfectly on the side and his cleanshaven face. I thought I didn’t shave this morning. Morning? He flexed his arms. The robe fit so loosely he couldn’t make out any of his curves.

He turned around to scan the room from his new perspective. The interior decorator really needs to be fired. He grinned at the thought, in spite of the situation he found himself in. Let’s go find the purveyor of this establishment. He started toward the door, but the reflection in the right mirror caught his attention. He stopped and gazed at the person. The image of moved exactly like he did when he did.  “What in Hell?”

“The correct question would be what in Heaven’s name?” a man said, appearing through the suddenly open door. “I told them that outfit might not be you, but I’m only an…employee, so to speak.”

Randy turned toward him. “You got that right. I wouldn’t be caught dead in those clothes.”

“Hold that thought.”