The Room Where Time Stops

365 Writing Challenge, Day 23

I discovered the white room when I needed it most — tired to my marrow and yet anxiously listless.

The white room offers an intermission from the demands and hurries outside. It contains a desk, a bed, a bathroom, and a small kitchen — all different shades of white. On the wall next to the door hangs a clock whose hands never move. At first, I thought it was broken, and then I realized that it simply showed how time did not pass in this room. Outside, the world pauses.

In the white room, I can sleep, or dream, until I wake up rested. The desk comes stocked with paper and pens. The fridge never runs out of food.

At times, I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been in the room. It could be a day or a month or even years. When I exit, the world is as I left it, even though I have lived a lifetime in respite.

Prompt: You have discovered what appears to be an ordinary room. But as soon as you enter the room, time stops for you. When you leave the room, time resumes, picking up right where you left off. What do you use this room for?—

This post is part of my 365 Fiction Writing Challenge. Read my self imposed rules and other posts here.
Yesterday’s post: It’s Over There
Tomorrow’s post: Down Down Down