Who: Rebecca, open to all What: exploring Where: around town When: Sunday afternoon
The white was deafening.
At first her stark surroundings hadn't bothered Rebecca much. Her apartment back in New York was furnished entirely with second-hand items: an overstuffed easy chair with a large rose pattern, a slightly-dented futon frame with a maroon matress, chipped coffee tables and wobbly kitchen seats, all resting on a dark brown carpet in her dimly lit flat. The sun never shown in the windows. So, at first, Rebecca found the crisp whiteness of everything in Haven to be a happy accident.
But after a few days, as Rebecca curled up in the unstained and unpatterned bedspread, feeling bored and lonely, the white began to roar.
It started dully, accompanied by the dull throbbing headache that accompanies laying in bed too much, but by the end of the week, all Rebecca could hear was the aching rush of boredom all around her. She was lethargic, she was depressed, she was going out of her mind.
And so, one Sunday afternoon, the bubble-like Atmosphere around Haven glowing in a fair imitation of the real sun, Rebecca decided enough was enough. She kicked the sheets off herself, forced her body into the shower and into clean clothes, then took a breath and left her rooms, deciding that today she would explore the city. Wherever it took her, whoever she met, well, it'd certainly be better than laying around imagining the walls churning, right?