01. first day jitters

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chapter one,first day jitters

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chapter one,
first day jitters

The room was silent, nothing but fear and confusion swirling around in the air like sugar in a cotton candy machine

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The room was silent, nothing but fear and confusion swirling around in the air like sugar in a cotton candy machine. Talulla laid silently on her bed in a deep sleep, shifting slightly as her chest began rising up and down at a quicker pace, the scenario in her head beginning to escalate.

The blinding white lights felt as hot as the sun as they were beating down harshly on her exposed back. Heat lays as a thick layer on top her skin, highly contrasting from the icy cold emitting off the table and onto her arms and chest as she lays flat on her stomach. From where she is, Talulla can barely see anything around her besides the stark white walls. Looking around as far as her neck can turn, it looked to her as if the entire room was empty, with the exception of the table that her body lies on. Her body, it felt heavy. Talulla felt that if she even tried to twitch her fingertips that it would exhaust her.

The deafening silence of the empty room broke as sounds emerged from what felt like Talulla's own imagination. They sounded oddly mechanical, as if an old machine had just abruptly sprung back to life. Clunky and loud, the sounds grew from sounding as if they were miles away to quickly bouncing back and forth throughout the room. The sounds crept closer and closer to the metal table, growing in volume as they swam into her ears. As the loud booming moved around the room, it felt connected to the room as the once beaming white floor her eyes were fixed on slowly darkened into different shades of what looked like terracotta and a dark brown. Turning her gaze upwards, Talulla could see that the room had turned rather disparate to the one she had first been in. This room was dark, and she could see the many different machines and tables occupying the small space.

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