The start of a new story

[blackforesight]

I awoke on a dock in the middle of a lake. I don't where I am, I don't know why I'm here, and I'm a bit confused as to who I am. Wherever I was, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the air smelled of roses and lavender, my favorite scents. This place looked oddly familiar, like a childhood memory, vague but still distinct. I got up, feeling weightless and careless. I realized that I was wearing apparently seamless white pajamas, where they came from, I do not honestly know. I explored the area, finding it to be completely perfect in every way: There was no graffiti, no garbage (or garbage cans for that matter), no other people, no cars honking, nothing. Just bliss, nirvana, heaven. But something was wrong; I stubbed my toe on a rock, it didn't hurt. I tripped, it didn't hurt. My feeling of peace and inner calm turned quickly to distress, and a question erupted inside me: just what was going on here?

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