A balanced diet.

A balanced diet.

Every morning, I wake up to find a book on plate. All the colour that remains is in the yellow bookmark.

I look around, I'm in a room with no windows and no door? Strange...

The walls are grey and all that is near me is a hanging light above me, a table, a mirror and the meal in front of me.

In all honesty, the book didn't look all that appetising and I wasn't in the mood for cake shaped book. How did I even get here? I don't remember doing anything before coming here. I must've came from somewhere.

I grabbed the mirror and stared at my reflection. Funny, I can't even recognise the person staring back me. I was a young man, maybe around thirty. Pale skin, Brown hair and brown eyes. I was wearing a blue buttoned up shirt and some black pants. I looked like any other normal person.

Time seemed to stand still. Besides my better judgement I grabbed the book and opened its pages only to find that it was blank. Now, the next thing I do seems like something like only a crazy person would do but my curiosity was begging to be fed.

I bit into the book.