The pen and the book

Igor started to mumble and do a weird dance with his eyes closed. Suddenly I found myself in a grey room with a blood red desk table and a wooden chair against the wall adjacent to me.

My eyes grew with excitement when I saw a refrigerator, of all things, with food and drink. It stood in the left corner about twenty feet away from the desk. A queen sized bed that had a bed frame the shade of midnight and matching sheets, blankets, and pillows stood in the left corner on my side.

Two mysterious doors were placed at the center of both walls to the right and the left of me. I walked to the black door on the left side of the room, opened it, and saw hell. I closed the door and walked to the grey door on the right. I stood in front of the door and realized that I hadn't looked at the two objects in my left hand. It was a black ballpoint pen and a composition notebook.

I turned back towards the table and set the pen and book down and headed back towards the grey door. I very slowly opened the door and screamed, "HOLY $#*% !" The bathroom was bigger than the grey room. Shower heads along the walls, a big Roman bath, and even a toilet! And I thought that hell was tormented without relief!

I quickly stripped and jumped into the bath. I felt like I was melting butter in the nice warm water. It smelled of roses and lemon. "This must be illegal in hell's rules," I thought to myself.

What seemed like minutes in three luxurious bath were hours. I finally got out of the tub and went to the shower to wash off. When I went back into my room, a closet had formed about 10 feet away from my bed.

As I approached the closet, I noticed a note affixed to the lower part of the door. It read, "Igor wants best for you but you keep quiet now. One wrong word screw tings. Some hell rags burn small. Less hurt, more fun! Some Earth sleep rag. Don't wear outside room."

I smiled. Inside there was a beautiful black silky two piece pajama set. When I held it in my hands, it it felt as soft as a handful of powdered sugar. I quickly put it on and jumped into bed. There was no bounce back as I sank into the mattress. It was as soft, I would assume, as a cloud. The silky sheets were as warm as personal heaters on a freezing day surrounding you. I shut my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Darkness. I knew where I was. I was locked in the closet. I hadn't eaten or drank in three days. My father finally let me out of the closet. A sudden pain across my face. My fathr punched me across the face and said, "Merry Christmas," and tossed me a full loaf of bread (half moldy) and a Nestle water bottle. I suddenly woke up with a jump and a cold sweat.

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