The Littlest Kingdom.
The Tiniest Speck of Reality.
What do you call a world that is the size of a room? Not even a house. A room. I'm trying to figure out what this place is. For one, I know I'm no longer in Railroad Towers. I've left it. It's gone. All that's left is just a room, and I'm in it.
It's hard to figure how this works. And I sometimes wonder how far my imagination can take this. I was pressing my hands to the walls earlier. There was a slight vibration to it. I put my ear to it. I heard a hum. There is neon lighting in this room, and that may explain the hum, but the vibrations are more difficult to explain. I'm not sure I can.
The room is not a cube. From the door to the wall opposite the door, I counted exactly ten steps. From the left wall to the opposite of the left wall, I counted fifteen, which included one single stair-step that occurs at the tenth step. That would be a raised platform where a king-sized bed is located.
The walls and floor are black. The floor is carpeted and comfortable to the toes, or hooves in my case. The wall seems to be made of some sort of industrial plastic material. It is not unpleasant to the touch. The room is lit by a surrounding line of neon strips which illuminates the room with the perfect amount of light. Everything is complimentary.
In my mind's eye, I see a room falling endlessly into the abyss. I see the gravity even though there's nothing really there. It's just there with no place to go. I imagine all worlds are this way, but I suppose it's easier to notice when the entire universe is simply ten by fifteen steps large.
Since I've come in here, I haven't bothered opening the door. There's nothing out there. I know that. There's a chance that it wouldn't even open if I tried, but I have another theory: I think that if I opened it up with a purpose, it would go somewhere. It would. It's a privilege I have. But right now, I don't have any interest in opening it.
The vibrations could be wind resistance, but I don't think so. How can a universe fall. If anything, it would just float. There's really nothing out there. Nobody really understands what nothing really is. It's unfathomable because a mind can only fathom the fathomable. You can't fall in a nothing. You can't float in a nothing. One might question if you can even exist there at all. And if the latter is true, I really am lost within the quiet of my own mind.
Just me and my laptop... and someone else.
