You wake up, your hands swishing in the wet floor, you get a little perplexed and a little startled, thinking that the world has flooded, you examine your surroundings; you don't see water, and this isn't your home, you feel; but you can't stop to feel nostalgic as if you've been here before. Finally you stand up, and look around; the madness of mono-yellow, with the endless background noise of florescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and finally an expansive intake of rooms and more to settle in.