Call it what you may destiny, fate, a wormhole, or a window into the future. But here I was, lost in a matrix full of endless white light. I’d only heard of its existence recently, just a rumor floating lost in infinite cyberspace. The type of people who theorize and write about this matrix, are the type of people who believe the earth is still the center of the universe. As well as the weird type of people who thought the world would end in the year 2012.Yet here we are well and living in the year 2210. Confused I ask myself, am I really living? What sort of reality is this existence? But the real question is, will I ever leave?
It is speculated that people who fall into deep sleep come to this place. They rarely wake up, lost in a reality fabricated in their own mind. The ultimate comatose. The few who wake up are forever changed. Having experienced the equivalent of dying and coming back. They come out geniuses, or sometimes broken. The kind of broken that drives people to kill.
However my abstract reality gives no hints as to my future, for all I know I could be lost for eternity. Just one more wake-less patient lost in comatose. There is also always the possibility of coming across a dreamland that I would never want to leave. I could even fall, perilously into darkness to never hit the bottom. Finding myself in a nightmare that never ends, and this terrifies me!
For as far as I can see there is nothing but seamless white. The only sound, the beating of my feet against the ground as I run. My feet never tire, and my lungs never burn even though I’ve been running for what seems like hours. I feel as though I haven’t moved, the expansive white a treadmill beneath my feet. My hopeless running comes to a stop, and I sink to my knees.
My body crumples and I press my face into the ground, the only real object besides me. I begin to wonder if it’s possible to dream in this place. However, I soon realize sleep would only be a temporary comfort. At some point I would have to reawaken to this nightmare. 
I close my eyes, just for a moment of peace. And try to imagine myself in an open field of tall grass sprinkled with flowers. I paint the image across the dull white in my mind, and breath I sigh of relief. The world seems to be spinning about me, causing my whole body to vibrate. Nauseous I open my eyes. However, they do not see the same blinding white. My forehead is now pressed against a smooth and arched window. It surrounds me, and behind it is space. The many stars seem so far away, each one a bubble of glass filled with brilliant light.
I feel as though the world I’ve known has never existed, and this steals my breath. I feel queasy and my knees shake beneath me. The cool surface of the bubble oblivious to my torment. I realize now that I am lost in a sea of worlds, each one a different possibility. And my world is far from me.