After another fitful sleep, I awoke. 'what was that dream....?' I wondered to myself. I was.... In a large.... White space? Everything... Was completely white. Except for the blue strings that looped through the ceilings. Or, I thought they were ceilings.. I'm unsure now. No matter how much I walked though, there seemed to be no end to the white landscape, no walls. Just a.... Void. That was the best way I could describe it. It was void... Of life.. Of sound.... Of color... Just... Empty. My footsteps seemed to be the only sound as I walked. Strange fever dreams. I'd always had them. So then...  why did that one.. Feel so real? I shook my head to dislodge the thoughts, stumbling towards my door, falling and catching myself on my desk, a wave of nausea hitting me hard, my vision going dark. Maybe I was sick... I tried to stand, but I was so... Tired.... I just.. Fell, slipping into unconsciousness. Before I hit the floor, hands caught me. But I couldn't care less. I was so... So... Tired.

I seemed to awaken, back in that strange white void. I looked around, rubbing my head. So now I was lucid fever dreaming. Great. Just great. I began to walk, nausea, dizziness, just gone. Well, that made sense. I was dreaming. Wasn't I?