White.....Black

All was White.

"Huh ?"

The man tried to make sense of it all but to no avail.

"Where am I ?"

All around was white. White is all there ever was and all there ever is. In the middle of it all is a solitary figure suspended in eternal darkness born out of the blanket of 'White'.

"What is going on ?"

He panicked.

He turned. He twisted. He ran. He ran on the spot. He flailed his arms against some unseen assailant but all around him was absolute whiteness, so pure so bright it hurt.

He felt nothing, heard nothing. He does not tire from running but he knew pain. He felt tormented engulfed in a sea of 'White'.

Then he opened his eyes. Then he awoke.

The sight before him was dull but he squinted his eyes and grimaced against its brightness. A cliff lay before him and beyond, the sea melted away into the horizon where the last glimmer of the sun's rays is beginning to fade away. He was standing in a lush meadow by the cliff, surrounded by verdant trees, beautiful flowers and blades of grass.

He saw the blades of grass rustle and the leaves sway as though pulled on by some unseen forces.

"How ?"

Somewhere a voice answered from inside his head.

"The wind."

Instinct tells him he is right but counter-intuitively, he refuses to accept the answer.

"Why ?"

He turned. He twisted. He saw. Leaves are swirling in the air. One lightly glided past his face and another flew straight into a wall that was his shirt. He looked down and saw his shirt swaying in the breeze as well yet he doubted the wind.

"Why ?"

He felt nothing. Strangely, he felt nothing.

He tried to make sense of it all but to no avail.

His attention turns to the rapidly vanishing rays of light at the horizon and he squinted, trying to gather what is going on. The allure of the last rays of the setting sun drew him on. He took a step, two and continued until the edge of the cliff. The sun is setting and all around it was getting dark, quickly.

As the very last vestiges of the sun's rays are swallowed by the impending darknes, the man closed his eyes and took a final step into the Black.

There was silence. All around was pitch black.

He felt nothing, heard nothing.

All around was black. Black is all there ever was and all there ever is. In the middle of it all is a solitary figure floating in the brilliance of the Black. He felt at peace.

"I am going to wake up."

All was Black.