My hands smoothed and soft held my face up as I drift into endless space. My elbows touched the desk, my only anchor. My mind drifted and I felt a soft harmony with my brain and body let go. My brain got a slight shock and I’m woke up. However, I don’t know where. The room wasn’t the same boring class I was sleeping in. This room was something different from the world I was once in. It felt like a void, Where nothing was nowhere. I was nowhere but I felt full inside. My eyes go directly to the color of the room. It was a dialect violet color that felt royal yet so lonely with sadness shown through the floral patterns on the walls. The wallpaper tries to reach the floor but is cut off by some wood lining the walls. I was in a comfortable wooden chair with violet cushioning. It felt old and each time I move the chair gives a slight creek which is the only sound in the room. Absolute silence but not an empty one but something that gives off a loving feel like being held by the one you love all night. I stand up on the hardwood floor that gave a little creak. There was a polished wooden large brown desk in front of my chair with an old black typewriter. I looked at the typewriter realizing it’ll never work. There was no ribbon in it, and there was no paper only crunched up or used pieces. I see the fireplace, it was a grey color that complemented the wallpaper. There was a fire but I couldn’t see it. I could only hear the crackles and pops. I sat down and I saw my life disappear who was I? I was this place. The room shook and I woke back up in the classroom, and I continued my day. I forgot about that violet room and I haven’t returned since.