53All was white.
At least that's what it looked like.
The funny thing, I knew where I was and what was going on. Maybe for the first time, maybe for the first time in a long time.
No feature here. No problems, no choices - necessarily, anyway.
This might even be "the light" people are known to walk to when the permanently leave a dream.
All I really cared about is that I was at peace here and had no worries or even particular thoughts.
How long have I been here? No telling. Because there's no time here. No past - which are all memories and thoughts anyway. No future, which are all plans - more thoughts. As long as you simply let go of anything to do with thinking and so on, then it was just nice calm space where everything was perfect.
All white.
