Justin Michael Newstrum

...You open your eyes and they slowly look around the room and it's white paint and erughh! the system shock erupts through your body, you want to wince or cry out at least but you can't your eyes keep looking around and the smell the smell is like mould or old used gym socks and your body is settling down now so you can actually see the room...

...Paint. The walls are White Paint oh my god oh my god oh my and its dirty it hasn't been disinfected in years maybe never and isn't Paint supposed to be dangerous or something and your hand rises reaching out to touch it and...

...The texture is rough beneath your fingers so used to the perfectly smooth walls of your home rough, well not really more smooth and pitted with small holes and bumps and dirt and then the reality hits you Paint! This Is Paint!! and your heartbeat races and your mind screaming but your hand still runs its long slender fingers across the wall for at least a second longer than it should have or you would have if you were...

...And your head turns looking at the rest of the room at the grey carpet and of all things track lighting!! still trying to recover from the shock your body tries to laugh but it doesn't and I don't believe people still live this way and track lighting! oh my god you try to laugh but you can't so you look away at the bed and you try to laugh and the bed the bed with its sheets its dyed black sheets cotton sheets and those people may as well be living in a landfill my god and a noise behind you the door closing the door..

...her soft footsteps on the carpet behind you after closing the door and she sounds barefoot on this carpet Barefoot but that's not what you're thinking you're feeling the soft hand at the base of your spine slowly moving up moving up as if following the sensations going up your then her other hand on your chest and you want to turn but you don't so you just stand there experiencing it all it all and you want to turn hard and she is gorgeous wrapped in her embrace and she is wrapped in white satin and lace and she looks up into your eyes and her wild long blonde hair and your hand comes up to cup one perfect breast and she breathes out pleasure and the picture breaks up into static...

And you scream. Your mind screams in denial even as your hands come up to rip the 'trodes from your head and chest.

But you know it has to end this way. Otherwise it'd be illegal.

You stand up, looking around at the perfect plasticine walls of your house. No Paint. No Carpet, no Germ-ridden cotton sheets. The house asks you if you would please vacate the area, as the daily disinfecting routine needs to be run. Already you see the small spray-jets extending from the walls.

You get up, and exit the room, walking back into your perfect life, telling the house to make a pot of coffee as you go. Real Coffee ahhh......