Super Duper Descriptive Essay

Super Duper Descriptive Essay

I walked in the door from work to find my Aunt standing in my living room, her face ecstatic with excitement; I was oblivious as to why. "I got you a present," she tells me. Since there is no occasion, I did not understand the reasoning behind my new gift. She then told me it was waiting for me in the other room. As I turned the corner, I saw my present alone in the middle of the floor. As I approached it I felt it pulling me closer. Like a planet to the sun I was being forced towards the present. I began to unwrap the red wrapping paper off the rectangular box, when I blacked out.

I awoke in an ominous room, lying alone in a bed. The bed's sheets are damp and faded in color as if they were very old. I am wearing only a white t-shirt and pajama pants. A single drop of water splashes against my already perspiring head, the droplet runs down my forehead, accelerates as it flows down my nose, runs over my lip and into my mouth. I taste the salt from my sweat. I inhale deeply to be welcomed by extremely humid air. The room is fogged by steam and I can only see a few feet in front of me. I look above to see pipes intertwined with red, organ like tubes draped perpendicularly across the ceiling. I look around to observe my unfamiliar environment and try to figure out if I recognize where I am. I look around and see no form of life, the noise of the pipes above me drain out the ability for me to listen for noises. The pipes, although not very loud, echo through the empty room creating a constant roar of ventilating air. I stand up and remove myself slowly from the bed. Unsure of what may happen as I decide to stand. My bare feet touch the ground which is a slimy and slippery tiled floor. Like that of a locker room shower that is absent of cleanliness. I curl my toes in discuss and begin to walk slowly on the balls of my feet to avoid touching the floor with as much as my foot as possible.

The room is rather large and rows of beds, similar to the one I awoke in, run parallel throughout the room. The room seems to be as big as a lobby but it is hard to judge from the steam that is distorting my vision. As I walk down the aisle of beds my temperature rises as the steam clings to my skin in a layer of perspiration; dripping off the cliffs of my face and the tips of my fingers. I try to dry face with my already soaking shirt but I am unsuccessful and my damp shirt simply smears the sweat aside. I continue to advance down the aisle of beds when I come across a hallway intersecting the rows of beds. The hallway is dark and the sound of the roaring pipes fade as I walk further down the hallway. I am startled to hear voices in the distance and instinctually pause stiff. My body is leaned against the wall of the hallway as I remain a statue. My already fast heart beat seems to increase in strength and I can hear my heart pounding, feeling as if the skin of my chest