"I found this really cool place," Jane said. "It sells the best costumes."
"Really?" I said, kissing her forehead. We were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. "Halloween isn't for another year."
"Yeah," Jane agreed. "But because of Halloween, it's having a clearance sale." I groaned. I knew what that meant.
"What?" Jane asked.
"Every time you see a sign that says 'clearance', you have to go for it," I said. "And every time, you take me with you."
"Well, then," She said, smiling. "What could you possibly be doing that's more important than shopping with your girlfriend?" I made a face, as if I was pondering deeply, then said:
"I've got a date with Karen tomorrow," I said. Jane responded by smacking a pillow into my face. "I'm joking!" I exclaimed. "Fine, I'll come with you."
"Thank you!" Jane said, giving me a kiss.
The next day, we stood outside the shop. It looked old, like an antique store, with fa
It'd appear she had gained consciousness in complete nothingness. She was consumed gravely by the absence of color. White. She examined herself, and noticed she was inside the garments of a white crew-neck T and a white pear of sweat pants. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"Hello?" she beckoned out. The air was pungent in its silence. No reply. Yet, this didn't seem to damage her hopes.
"Is there anybody out there?"
Once again, no reply.
"Who am I?"
She walked around the white. What could this be? Was she dead? Was this the afterlife? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory, even?
She walked until she ran herself into a all. There was no shadow of hers that should have taken space on the wall. It was a miracle she could even see. What sources of light was in here?
She grasped her ac