Waking Up White Novels & Stories

As if his very existence was a problem for someone. Rafał woke up somewhat disoriented and overwhelmed by the abruptly interrupted, unpleasant dream. His breathing was painful and heavy and maybe that was why he took a moment to realize that the whiteness he was seeing was not the whiteness of the snow but of the ceiling in his hotel room.

"Are you referring to the lotus skincare products? I'd heard of them, but I had no idea they could do this." "They're good, but they won't make your hair white. Mine just happened to turn this way, and you look fine the way you are." “Thank you.”

He took my suitcase from me enthusiastically, saying, "We're a long way from the village, so you should rest in the car if you're tired." I nodded, abashed, before turning on my phone to tell Jane that I'd arrived safely. When the screen of my phone lit up, countless notifications for missed calls popped up on the screen. All of them were from Harold. Only then did I realize regretfully that I'd forgotten to block his other number. It didn't stop there; the numerous WhatsApp messages made their presence known. "The wedding's going to start soon, darling. Where are you?" "Did something happen to you? Give me your address, and I'll go to you right away!"

For a whole month, all I did was attend meetings, sign documents, and have business negotiations. Elwood called me from other numbers, but whenever I saw a call from Sommerset, I rejected them. One day, after I finished work and went home, it was already late at night. Right after my tall and built assistant brought me out of the car and put me on my wheelchair, someone grabbed my arm and asked angrily, “Who’s this man, Morgan?” I looked over and saw Elwood. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked really haggard.

A mixture of machine noise and whispers woke me up from my deep sleep. My eyesight was blurry as I gently opened my eyes. I wasn't sure if I was awake or in delirium. There were a few vague people I couldn't figure out, including one wearing a white lab coat and a man in front of him who had his back to me. They were speaking, but I was having trouble understanding them. What's going on?

I remember the rain. Loud. Relentless. Like it was trying to erase something. Or someone. I remember laughing. I remember headlights. Then— Nothing. --- When I wake, everything is white. White ceiling. White sheets. White noise humming from machines I don’t recognize. My head feels split open. Stitched back together wrong. There’s something in my hand. Warm. Heavy. Familiar. I turn my head. And see him. Asleep in the chair beside my bed.

I jolted, my eyes flying open. Aria was right in front of me. I screamed, scrambling backward, my hands scraping against the cold floor. My head spun, the world tilting violently around me. Then— A sharp pain exploded at the back of my skull. The world blurred. Darkness rushed in. And then— Silence. **** I woke up with a jolt. The first thing I noticed was the white. Blinding. Sterile. Empty. I blinked rapidly, my breath ragged as I tried to make sense of where I was.

I was too tired. I would try to find my blurry and missing memories when I woke up. ***** A mild beeping sound woke me up. I shifted a little and a groan slipped past my lips. I paused so my body could get used to the position I was in before opening my eyes. I was not seeing any red in my vision. White and blue walls came into my sight. Minimal decorations spiced the room up. It wasn't ostentatious but it kept the room from being bland.

Elara's POV The room is brightly lit when I wake up, my vision slowly coming into focus. As I regain consciousness, I notice two figures in white moving around. An annoying beeping sound steadily creeps into my ears, worsening my headache. I reach up to touch the back of my head and feel a bandage. What happened?

-EMILY- The sound of the beeping monitor next to me got my eyes rolling, the blurry image of the ceiling looking down on me. I took a sitting position, resting my back on the soft pillow behind me. The scent of antiseptics and the cream-colored walls gave a pretty first impression of where I was. A lady In a white uniform walked in. She didn’t speak, nor did she let out a smile when she saw me. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why I was here, but I was sure she knew the answers.