I don't know where... (I didn't realize I was saying that out loud. My voice didn't sound normal.)
" You mean 'When'..." Someone interrupted me.
"Who are you?" I asked aloud. What is this?
I suddenly realized I was trapped in a dark, vertical tunnel. I was running out of air.
Please send me back to my original life. I gasped.
Once again, I found myself in a white room, with a big bed, a TV, and no windows. Suddenly, a window appeared to my right. I could see part of the mountain beneath the house. The strange, shimmering, translucent, golden river, flowing with an infinite number of tiny, multicolored, multishaped organisms, mesmerized me again.
It was different this time. I wasn't in bed, sweating from a living nightmare. Nor was I sitting on the bed watching a weird news story where my in-laws looked like toad people.
This time, I was sitting in my husband's lap, on a couch. Since when is there a couch in the hotel room?
Wait. It's coming to me. The room! This room is my room, from childhood.
Only on Vitality Island...!
Wait! Stop!
A little history
A baby girl was born in a hospital near the Atlantic Ocean. Her parents, Todd and Rachel, named her Stephanie Anne Vitality. Stephanie's eyes were a beautiful brown, while her hair was strawberry blonde. She was healthy, happy, and bouncy.
As Stephanie grew up, she had many adventures. She was pretty, smart, and kind. Stephanie usually invited various kids and their families to join her as she explored the beach, went to the movies, or whatever her fancy was that day.
Stephanie saw a lot of injustice, so she asked her teacher for lessons on how to handle these things. The teacher recommended a nearby university which had programs for adults and children who needed help with behavioral skills and therapy. That wasn't exactly what Stephanie wanted. The teacher said that these were things that would help her to handle her own situations.
Stephanie wanted something in law.
The teacher said that the agency also had programs, clubs and classes for anyone who wanted to find a niche in police, law, or other professions.
That sounded great to Stephanie. Her parents agreed to let her join a club, which helped kids to find simple ways to help the police and the her school's staff, to keep order in the school. Stephanie was on her way to an exciting career in justice.
She had an older brother, Stuart, who was very protective, nurturing, and loving. He knew their pairents couldn't keep up with Stephanie, so he enlisted volunteers to monitor her, and to take her places.
People were glad to help such polite, helpful, and jolly kids. Everyone who met Stephanie and Stuart became happier folks who could handle more things. They learnt together how to find positivity, and fun. As most people were able to prevent problems for themselves, the medical community could focus on patients with severe physical ailments.