Chapter 1
A woman smiled at him in a bedroom, early morning lying in bed. The windows were just giant cubes of light, and tbe smell of rose pulsated in the air.
The woman, spoke, her brunette hair resting gently on the pillow, as the soft red lips moved. The eyes were pretty, although the colours kept shifting as the more refined features began to wash away.
What remined was the memory, of remembering a memory.
He woke up. Frantically moving his arms and legs, the water engulfed him, enveloped his nose and mouth.
He span around propelling himself upwards with his arms. He was out of the shallow water which he was lying in just seconds ago.
His eyes bounced around, endless paths all around him, he was in an intersection of sorts; the London underground?
The walls were a pale brick like colour, and the hum of fluorescent lights were loud, and constant. He sat were he was, each tunnel ahead of him were identical.
Long tubes that swirved into the unknown, as a deep shadow casted the curves, the pure darkness stopped by the lights.
He stood up, soaking wet. Water dripped down from his hair, nose and clothes. He looked down at his shoes, emerged in water that went just above his ankles.
He tried to think how he arrived here, but the only recollection was one thing. A memory of remembering a memory.
He knew he remembered about a woman in a room, a bedroom he guessed. But nothing more. Not the hair colour, nor eye colour. Just that she was a pretty woman.
When memories came short, he went back to reality. Taking in his surroundings, he saw that the walls every even or so spaces apart, were attached with advertisement boards, except of course, nothing was being displayed.
And the hum of the lights stayed constant, even as his mouth began to run dry, and skin began to shiver. Thoughts of getting out were growing desperate, as fears if being stuck crept its way in.
His legs began to move, began to walk away from those fears. He picked a direction, a tunnel that curved left.
Placing his hands on the right side of the wall, he began to slowly take his first steps. Water sloshed around his ankles, as he approached the darkness, it began to retreat and fade, he looked back, the darkness behind was creeping ever so forward.
He looked ahead, the pure black void began to fill in, illuminated by the static fluorescent lights.
