Andy looked around.
Where am I? Was all he could ask himself. He couldn’t open his mouth, blink, lift an arm or leg, or… Breathe! I can’t breathe! I’m going to die! Help! But no help came and all he could do was turn his head and observe the small white room that seemed to be straight out of those optical illusion photos you see on the internet. It was moving, but Andy knew it was not.
A chorus of voices echoed through the room and right after they bounced off the walls and into Andy’s ear, a wave of nausea flowing through Andy and making him gag.
Sit down, Andy! The voices said. And sit down Andy did because out of nowhere a black wooden chair popped up behind him and without commanding himself to do so, Andy sat down. Hands in lap and back straight.
Welcome Andy, to the Blisses!