• He drifted farther and farther into the deep darkness of the abyss. The darkness was seemingly never ending. As he twisted and turned in space, contorting his body into shapes not physically possible within reality, he could see nothing but nothingness all around him. It would be very difficult to describe the sight. It wasn’t as if he was blind. His ability to see was perfect evident by him being able to look down (or is it up) and see his body. He could see everything as clear as if it were a bright and sunny day, there just wasn’t anything to see.

    The lack of wind resistance in this strange dimension made it impossible to tell how fast he was falling, or if he was even falling at all. For all he knew, he could be floating upward, or he could simply be suspended in mid nothing.

    The fear that had at first conquered his mind had since crawled back into the bank of emotions from whence it came. Now his mind was overtaken by an extreme sense of boredom at the thought of floating/falling/hanging in this realm for the rest of eternity.

    He tried hopelessly to occupy his time with simplistic games. From playing rock, paper, scissors with himself to re-tying his shoe laces. In the end he felt even worse: knowing he had absolutely nothing to do was worse then simply thinking he did.

    He began to worry again, going back to that horrible, hopeless, helpless feeling that he had had when he first awoke in this place. Wanting to ease his mind as much as possible, he slipped his hands into his pocket for more comfortability, and he was surprised when his left hand hit something.

    He pulled out the strange object, and it wasn’t until he rested his eyes on it that he realized it was his mp3 player. He was overjoyed at the sight of it, and in his mind he quickly ran through samples of all of his favorite songs, all of which he now had in his hand. The excitement was swiftly and briefly eclipsed by a feeling of stupidity at having forgotten about this little piece of technological heaven. This feeling didn’t last long though, as it was soon pushed out of his mind by returned euphoria.

    He put his ear buds in and turned his mp3 player on. He then laid back and allowed himself to drift in the air, finding the feeling pleasurable now that he had something enjoyable to do. He was in this state for hours upon hours (which he could now gauge, simply adding up the lengths of all the songs he had listened to).

    With the sound of his favorite artists wiping away any and all depressing thoughts he might have had, he found it much easier to think clearly about his predicament. He began to think about how he had got there, but no matter how deeply he searched through his, possibly non-existent, memory banks, he kept drawing up blanks.

    He couldn’t remember anything. Even after giving the pages of his brain a few more scans, there was nothing of interest to see. Nothing about himself was evident, nothing except for the fact that he was here, in this place.

    But he knew that there was more then this. He knew about Earth, he knew about basic life, about the history of humanity, but he didn’t know his own name, or his own identity, or his parents, or his friends.

    Curiosity was the feeling that was currently parading around his conscious mind, but, strangely, he was almost completely indifferent and uncaring about it. Truthfully, this apathy was quite possibly the thing that he was most inquisitive about at the present time. He had no answer to why he felt that way. Maybe it was because, not knowing of his life outside this realm, he didn’t know whether or not he had anything to miss.

    Maybe his life was horrible and he had simply repressed it. Maybe it was too stressful, and he had entered this place to get away from it all. He feared waking up suppressed memories about himself, which would only make him feel worse, so he forced these inquiring words out of his mind and into the abyss around him.

    He convinced himself that it was better that he didn’t know, and instead of fretting over a better life that may not even be real, he should accept what was happening. With that pseudo-happy, yet still fairly comforting, thought in mind, he went back to the simple pleasure of listening to his music, resigning himself to his new fate.

    Then his mp3 player went dead.