My eyes fly open, and I stare up at the bright white ceiling.

My name is Silver Hall, I'm 13 years old, and I weigh 120 pounds. I live on Earth in the year 30XX, in the Ecstasy Happiness Clinic. Everything is happy, and nothing is wrong in the world. Quote: "A complement is verbal sunshine!" - Robert Orben.

That's not true. Nothing is happy, everything is wrong with the world. A wave of familiar sadness washes over me like a tidal wave. Why?

I slowly but surely sit up, my window is gloomily snowing outside in a sad grey simulated world, I bet the very air I'm breathing is simulated.

Why am I thinking this? I'm usually so happy, so pumped up, so... Pretend. The white walls seem off white, the white sheets have all the imperfections, crinkles, wrinkles, lumps, the clock seems to be ticking louder and louder but softer when you think about the stale air. Cold, dry, unwanted air. Thump... Thump... Thump... My headache rolls on, remembering what Toby told me yesterday has really  put me off schedule. Toby! I spring up out of my bed and pull on the hospital uniform and head out the door.

What if we put a bunch of mirrors into a perfect circle formation facing each other, what would you see? Would you see anything? How about-

"Hey Silver." Toby says, I almost run into him while lost in mirror questions.

"Oh, uh hey Toby." I say shaking my head out of my thoughts and into reality again.

"So doll, almost ran into me! What where you too busy doing that you couldn't see me!" Toby questions with his smirk, yet again. I explain the theory of mirrors to him and we walk around aimlessly until we land in a library. Inhaling the smell of books was wondrous. One can not explain the magical, amazing smell of books; sadly.

"Wow..." Toby says in a tone I can't quite read, maybe amazement, disappointment, happiness, maybe the 'Oh my god I've never been in a library because I'm a juvenile delinquent and I've never been out of my room before yesterday' type of mood perhaps?

"What? Something wrong?"

"Oh, no, just a lot of books. What's your favorite?" Toby says putting his smirk back on winking.

"Well it might be lame but Harold Pokker and the Den of Truths. Well, the whole series really." I say smiling and blushing. "I'm kind of a nerd but it's old literature, it was written by J.K. Rollingpin about 10XX years ago."

"Oh yes, over heard of that book series and heard the author was wonderful. I'll have to show you my favorite book as well." Toby declares taking my wrist and leading me further into the swirling halls of books. I was surprised when he showed me his favorite book..