Everything around me is a blur as I fall to the depths of depravity. I wonder if I will ever hit bottom and meet my death.
I opened my eyes, feeling the soft surface beneath me. I glance around, seeing I am in a small room with a dresser and one rickety looking chair. I sat up in the twin bed I was lying on, wondering how I ended up in this place. A dark fog clouded my memories, panicking at first, but receiving a feeling of comfort oozing throughout my being. Why? Do I even want to know?
I put my feet onto the wooden floor, feeling the warmth of it. A warmth that creeps from the souls of my feet, up my legs, torso, to the top of my head.
“I don’t have a clue where I am or how I got here, but so far all is well,” I thought to myself.
I stood up and went over to a small window. Looking out, it looked like I was in a small town. One- or two-story buildings across the street from me, and no sight of vehicles, but countless bicycles parked on the sides of the street. I see people walking on the sidewalk with expressions of happiness or content as they moved along.
“I don’t recognize this place at all,” I muttered as I wracked my brain.
“Hello,” a pleasant female voice says behind me.
I turn around and see a woman with long, red hair and a bright, red dress standing in the doorway with a wide smile.
“Hello,” I respond in kind. “Can you tell me where I am?”
“You are in Pomany,” she replies, then the return of the smile.
“Pomany? Never heard of it.”
“It doesn’t matter. You will see there is not much to matter here. There is food for you once you are ready.”
I suddenly realized I was quite hungry.
“I will be there soon,” I say.
“You can either wear what you have on now or there are fresh clothes in the closest. Take your time, for there is food galore. Take care, James.”
Before I can say anything, she closes the door, and I am by myself once again.
“Strange but also comforting to hear such a pleasant voice.”
I look down at what I am wearing, seeing red, checkered pajamas, and a white t-shirt.
“I believe I will see what is in the closet.”
I went to the door next to the one leading out of the room and open it. It is a small closet with what looks like five button-up shirts, two pairs of slacks, and two pairs of jeans. I decide for the blue shirt, and a pair of jeans. Then to the dresser where the top drawer contains white, brown, and black socks. Next drawer down contains underwear.
“Let’s see what is in the other two drawers.”
Second from bottom contains a couple of belts, and the bottom contains books of all types.
“Don’t have to worry about lack of reading.”
I dress, finding a couple of shoes under the bed. Soon I am out the door to sniff out the food.
I enter a long hallway to my left and right. At first, I did not have a clue which way to go, but like a lightbulb popping on, I knew to the right is where I need to go.
Doors to my left and right as I walk at a casual pace. I wonder if there are occupants in all these rooms. Maybe share my greetings a later date. Right now, I want food.
The hallway made a left turn to enter another long hallway. I can see at the end is a large room. Also, I see people in the room walking or sitting.
“Maybe they can explain my predicament.”
I soon enter the room that is the size of a basketball court. There are tables scattered throughout the room, and a line of tables to my left heaping with food, drink, plates, and utensils. It looks like there are close to thirty people in the room of all ages.
“Maybe I should go to the table with the seasoned people,” I thought. “They might be a better bet to answer my questions.”
I first went over, grab a plate, utensils, napkin, then start filling my plate. The smell and sight of the food just made me even hungrier. Even the orange juice I pour into a cup make my taste buds scream for cup after cup.
“Now to see what the people have to say.”
I went to the table where there are two men and three women. They all gave the smile like the redhead as I take the last seat at the table.
“Hello,” I say.
“Hello,” they all reply.
I figure I will eat my food before asking anything. By the looks of it many of them are close to done, so I figure I better eat quick.
I look around the table, wondering who will be best to question, but it looks like all of them will know my quandary.
“Let’s get these questions rolling,” I thought.
I raise a finger to get their attention, since they are chatting profusely to each other.
“Do you have something to say?” the lady with a mound of curly, white hair to my left asks.
“I have some questions.”
“Before you ask, James,” the man with a thin face to my right says. “We will say you need to see Thomas. He is the one to help the best he can. But I will tell you now, most of your questions will need to be answered from within you.”
“Okay,” is all I can respond with in bewilderment. “You know my name?”
“We all do. Soon you will know all of ours,” another woman to my left says. “The one thing we still remember.”
“Did all of you pop up here, not knowing why?”
“Yes,” the thin-faced man replies. “Thomas will help with your first steps.”
All of them stand up and tell me to have a momentous day, then walk away.
“Bizarre,” I thought. As time passes this will be part of the normal, I hope. “I guess I need to see Thomas.”
I was about to stand up when I saw a man with short, brown hair, wearing glasses, and wearing a stripe suit enter the room.
“Thomas,” I thought, not sure how I knew.
Thomas heads directly to my table and sticks out his hand.
“Good day, James,” he says in a pleasant voice as I shake his hand.
“Good day to you Thomas.”
“May I sit?”
“Please do. You are the one to see to find out how I got here.”
Thomas sat and leant back in his chair.
“What kind of dream did you have before waking up here?” he asks.
“A never-ending fall.”
“Ah,” he says with a raised finger. “You are one of them.”
“One of them?”
“A chaotic life. A life with little meaning. Forever seeking a meaning of life.”
“Okay,” I say, not sure what to make of his observation.
“Everyone here does not know what their life was like before coming here. The only tidbits we receive are from our dreams. By hearing about many I would say not pleasant past lives.”
“No one has come here to seek the people that live here?” I ask.
“We have no contact with anyone outside of this town. Just an endless forested land.”
“Do you think we were brought here by people? By aliens? Did we die?” I rushed out the questions.
“Hold up James. We do not really know. All I can tell you is that we are doing well here. We tend to experience long lives here. I will say due to little worries.”
“Maybe we are in paradise?”
“Maybe so. After a while, everyone can care less. Life is good here.”
I sat back in my chair, trying to digest what I am hearing.
“At first, we all want direct answers,” says Thomas. “Go out and meet everyone, check out the town, and all the beautiful sights. Your questions will become meaningless.”
Thomas stood up. “Welcome to Pomany.”
He walks away as I look around then stand up.
“I guess I will follow his advice.”
For the rest of the day, I walk around, meeting countless nice people. The area is so tranquil. As each hour went by, I started to understand the words from Thomas. I can care less what my prior life was like.
“I have a feeling it was much worse than this one is going to be,” I said.
My first thing to do to celebrate my new life is to dance in the streets. Soon, others join.