A Vision of Choices

You turn to escape to the comfort of your bed, but find that your room has now grown exponentially, extending an almost infinite distance in every direction. With one step you are isolated, staring into a void of pure white, barely aware of any sound other than your own breathing. Slowly, a sound creeps to you: a low hum, felt more through the vibrations in your teeth than your ears. The sound grows heavier and louder, and eventually, you drop to your knees, blood pouring from your ears and nose. As you cough out the last remnants of broken lungs, you are dimly aware of footsteps approaching you, and a gentle hand laid upon your shoulder.