Echo

I wasn't expecting to wake up here. This isn't my apartment. It's not even close. The walls were a shade of bluish-grey, the carpet was just dark grey, and the bed I was in felt surprisingly soft and comfortable. The curtains were dark blue and stopped any light from entering. The room was eerily quiet, which was strange considering my usual morning was filled with the sounds of the city.

I sat up and looked around to find more than just the basic details. It had more furniture than I anticipated. A bookshelf, a nightstand, even a couch with some more blankets and pillows. There was also a box with a lid in the corner. It was full of even more pillows and blankets. They were all either grey or blue. The carpet covered the whole floor. The bookshelf and nightstand were painted black. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Instead of the clothes I went to sleep in, I was wearing a black shirt and shorts. The shirt was a little big and the clothes had no markings or symbols. I stood up from the bed, noticing a pair of black slippers. I put them on and they fit perfectly. The door was the same color as the walls, and it was slightly ajar. I took a deep breath and pushed it open.