The White Room;   Two strangers awake, naked & trapped in a strange room. by Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I awoke to a whiteness so blinding that it took several moments before I could do anything but squint. My eyes eventually adjusted to the pain enough to open fully, but the brightness never dimmed. I was lying prone, looking up at what should have been a ceiling, or the sky, or something, anything. Instead, all I could see was an unbroken field of white. Was I awake? Maybe I was dead. I felt disembodied, and there were several failed attempts by my brain to send signals to my limbs before I could finally recognize the existence of them. Ok, so I’m not dead. I’m still in my body. And I don’t think I’m dreaming. But that doesn’t mean anything. You always think a dream is real until you wake up. I tried to sit up and couldn’t. Pins and needles crept throughout my body. Slowly, my nerve endings came back to life, once more providing sensations. I managed to move my head with some effort. The whiteness where a ceiling or sky should have been seemed to continue on forever. There were no curves, no edges, no corners that I could see. There was not a single crack or flaw to provide any sense of depth or scale. It was so unnerving it made me nauseous. My head swam with dizziness, and suddenly the blinding white went black as I slipped into unconsciousness. I have no idea how long I was out. When I awoke, I felt more in my body, more solid and whole, no longer floating in nothingness. But when I opened my eyes, I saw the same endless white space. Feeling less dizzy, I tried to move. I was lying on some kind of flat platform, like a bunk or a shelf. It was just as white as the ceiling, but, as my eyes focused, I could make out its edges. I cautiously lifted myself into a sitting position, easing my legs over the edge of the platform, not even sure there would be a floor until my feet touched it. It was as white as everything else. I couldn’t see where the floor met a wall, or a wall made way to a ceiling. It was utterly disorienting, and I again felt my head spin. I put my head between my knees and took several deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. When the spell had passed, I sat up and again tried to comprehend my surroundings. I was in a physical space, that much I could decipher. I could feel a floor under my feet, and the platform I was sitting on. Putting out a tentative hand, it made contact with a wall behind me that my platform connected to. The seam where the platform met the wall was the only thing that gave me any sense of solidity. My eyes slowly traced the seam to where it ended in a rounded corner. Looking down, I could see my feet, and could feel a solid surface beneath them. But my mind still couldn’t grasp that there was a floor, and I could not see where the floor ended and the wall behind me began. I tried to stand up and felt yet another wave of nausea. As solid as the floor felt, my mind refused to acknowledge its existence. I sat back down on the only surface I trusted to exist, the platform. It was only then that I realized I was completely naked. “Where…the hell…am I?” My voice was a shaky rasp. That’s when the screaming started. I was so startled by the high pitched screams that I instinctively covered my ears and closed my eyes. It took me several moments to realize they were not my own. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to find a young woman lying prone directly across from me. She appeared to be floating magically, then my eyes made out the shape of a platform under her, exactly like the one I’d woken up on. Had she been there earlier? Had she just appeared? I had no answer. But she was there now, solid and whole, a physical thing my mind could focus on and help ground me to reality. She was as naked as I was. “Hey! Hey!” I tried to speak, to get her attention, to calm her cries despite my own sense of panic. Suddenly her shrieks ended. She, as did I upon waking to this madness,