Do you know that feeling when you wake up and don’t remember where you are or how you got there? That’s me right now — but I actually don’t know where I am or how I got here.

I just woke up, my head feeling dizzy, in a completely white room. I can’t even fathom where the edges of the room are. I sit on the floor, with my legs crossed, and look around. The room is so bright that my eyes hurt. It’s similar to a sunny day when you’re outside and look directly at the sun, only constantly.

I try to close my eyes, but I still feel the light getting in. It blinds me and fills my confused brain, hindering me from thinking about any other thing. I spend a few minutes with my eyes closed, just existing. Then, I take a deep breath and let the limpid air fill my lungs.

I open my eyes and squint, but I actually feel my body getting better. Weightless. The room is niveous and clean, but not frosty. It’s kind of odd how I don’t feel cold. I look down and notice I’m only wearing a silky white dress, similar to a summery nightgown.

After a few minutes, I stand up on my bare feet and start to walk around the room. The whole chamber seems to be made of a white shiny stone, but the floor has some mistiness to it. Feels soft on my feet.

After some steps, I get close to the wall and touch it. Weirdly, it doesn’t feel like a prison. I can tell there’s more beyond it and I want to explore it. My hand is laying on the wall and I don’t feel scared about it.

As I move, my left foot stumbles on something and I notice a white piece of paper on the floor, almost unnoticeable on the white surface. It’s folded in four. I open it and it reads itself out loud: “Your meditation session is over. Well done.”