The darkness removes all physical context. I could be drifting in the furthest reaches of space, near the abyss at the edge of the universe where there aren't even stars.
I rub the back of my hand, and feel a few remaining clumps of rubbery flesh and bristles. I claw them off so violently I take a little skin off with them. I press myself against the wall, trying not to vomit. It's no use. The sudden nausea is rising too fast, so I feel my way to the toilet to lose my lunch.

The toilet is not there.

Thinking maybe I'm just disoriented, I walk further, and soon realize I have passed where the end of the room should be. The room just keeps going. The room is now a hallway.

As I stand there holding my stomach, I hear the shower curtain move. The plastic rustles behind me, and I hear the gentle slap of a wet human foot stepping onto the tiles. Then the sound of walking. Without any hesitation or stopping to feel around, these footfalls advance--with easy, steady strides--straight toward me.

I run.