The night was just getting stranger and stranger by the hour.
Sara had far too many questions at this point. For one, how did she wind up in this bed? Did somebody take her there? (The fact that she was still naked made her hope it was a woman if that were the case.) Second, why were the beds floating? Of course, she quickly forgot about that question, as questioning the nature of the laws of physics in this world became increasingly pointless. Third, what on earth was this place exactly? She had many theories about that last question, none of them particularly comforting.
a: That she was dreaming.
Considering this "dream" had been going on for roughly 5 hours at the least (not counting times she was asleep in her "dream"), she had been forced to abandon this theory by this point. A shame, too, because it used to be the most likely, and still was the safest, explanation.
b: That somehow humans had gained the technology to create worlds of this vein, and it got into the hands of a group of perverted young men.
This one was as unlikely as it was scary, but she was frankly out of alternative explanations at this point.
c: She had somehow wound up in a coma, and was dreaming all of this.
This was her re-evaluated "dream" hypothesis, modified to account for the huge duration. While a coma was not a pleasant thought, it was the best explanation that was still possible.
or:
d: She was insane.
While the last theory was the scariest, it was also fortunately not the most likely. She couldn't remember anything that would have driven her off the deep end or disturbed her. She was a perfectly normal teenage girl, with a healthy relationship with a very nice boy named Alex. If she remembered properly, she had actually been on a date with him not 5 hours before this whole ordeal started, and enjoyed it a lot. She figured she could safely say she was completely sane.
It was at this point she remembered that she was sitting up in bed, completely naked, and she hadn't checked to see if anyone was watching her.
She frantically ducked under the covers again, and then wrapped her sheets around her body, just below the shoulders, like a towel. She then did the survey of her surroundings she should have done much earlier.
She had been lucky. She couldn't see anyone watching her (or even anywhere, aside from the beds, where anyone COULD watch her). She was, most likely, the only person in the room. That is if she could call it a room; The walls were very far away and decorated like she was in outer space. They were covered in very realistic paintings of stars, planets, suns, and moons. The floor was different, however. It was clearly black in color, that much she could tell, but it was very strange otherwise. It appeared to sway and glisten, like a liquid. However, considering how far down the floor was, she had no intention of getting close enough to find out more about it.
When she turned around to the head of her bed, She noticed that something was hanging off the side. She looked over the edge and saw that a white bathrobe was on a hanger. Thankful for some more stable clothing, she took the bathrobe off the hanger, got under the covers, and put it on. It was very light and soft, like no fabric she had ever worn in her life.
She was, however, somewhat confused as to why she was given a bathrobe instead of something more suiting to when one wakes up. She had to admit that it was somewhat suiting, however, because her last waking memory was of her taking that wonderful bath.
It was then that she noticed that there was a pull-tab on the collar of the bathrobe, and it read, in the same mysterious font as the sign in the shower tunnel:
"To be pulled when you need something else."
Sara couldn't make heads or tails of what it could be referring to, but she kept the tab in mind.
It was then that she noticed what appeared to be a door, white in color, making it stand out from the rest of the wall. What appeared to be an EXIT sign hung over it. Sara perked up at the sight of it. Finally, a chance to escape! But the thought then occurred to her that it was likely a trick set up by this strange world.
But after thinking for a while, she realized that while the world's nature was clearly immature, nonsensical, and most likely perverted, there was absolutely nothing that happened to her that suggested it was in any way deceptive.
The laws of the world were unintuitive, but consistent. People and their clothes sank into the quicksand carpet, other things didn't. Undoing her clothing had always returned that insidious tunnel's heat back to normal. The sign in the tunnel was vague at the time, but was not deceiving or misleading in any way. So even if "exit" meant something completely different in this world, what it did mean was not likely to change, so it was still worth it for her to try to reach the door.
When another bed floated near hers, she took the opportunity. Being a skilled runner, she also could jump fairly far. After checking the stability of the bed when she stood up on it, she waited for it to get closest and jumped.
It was a very impressive jump, to be sure, and she got her entire upper body onto the bed. Unfortunately, she couldn't gain a firm grip on the bed itself, and only managed to grab the sheets, which quickly fell off under her weight. She managed to grab onto the bed frame with her hands, but she didn't know how long she could keep that up.
