This is a story about Berry

Berry was a fun loving 20 year old college student until a unfortunate accident involving alcohol, which was completely his fault (which he would readily admit), ended his life.

Upon regaining his consciousness, Berry found himself in a large canopy covered bed with a plethora of white fluffy pillows and an excessively large comforter.

Pulling himself into a sitting position, Berry began examine his surroundings from the sheets to the curtains blocking his view of anything beyond the bed, everything was white.  After several minutes of looking at the bed, the blankets, the curtains and the posts, Berry began to freak out. 

Raking his brain he tried to figure out where he was and how he got there.  Berry's initial hypothesis was that he got lucky and now needed to do a walk of shame back to his dorm, but a careful review of his memories from the night before made him consider an alternative.  He had been in an accident, but this wasn't a hospital bed, no one would give a patient a king sized canopy bed in a hospital... though he did appear to be in some sort of white gown.

Berry immediately became concerned, he started wiggling is fingers, his toes, and moving his arms and legs around to make sure he hadn't become paralyzed or lost any parts.  Feeling his head and face to confirm he still had the two ears, two eyes, a nose and a mouth that should be there, Berry noticed his earring and eyebrow ring were missing, but he couldn't feel the holes for them.

Things like earing holes can heal over given enough time, right? 

Perhaps, he thought, perhaps he had been in a coma?

His family did have money, so the luxurious looking bed wasn't out the realm of possibility. 

Following this line of thought, Berry began examining his hands looking for wrinkles or any sign to show him how much of his life he had lost.

Frantic now, Berry pulled back the curtain on the bed and dived out.  Unfortunately for Berry, he was a little too eager when leaping out of the bed, if he had only gone one step he would have been fine, and dry, but as it were Berry had begun that second step before he even completed the first, as a result Berry became wet.

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The Bed appeared to be sitting on a platform, on the water; the platform only seemed to extend two to three feet from the edge of the bed.  This had become yet another example of Berry 'not looking before he leaps'.

Recovering from his fall into the water, Berry began treading water while once again trying to get his bearings.

Above him he saw large storm clouds in place of a ceiling, with streaks of lighting jumping between them, and the crackle of thunder joined with the plinking of rain drops falling on his head and onto the surface of the water.  A sound he had not recognized earlier, due to having always slept with a thunderstorm sound machine Berry tended to tune this particular sound out, routinely forgetting to turn off the machine which had always annoyed his roommate.

Around him was water, he could not see the bottom and was more than hesitant to go checking on its depth.  Due to the heavy rain he could not see the walls, but what he could see was a wooden walkway leading from the frame of the bed.  Berry immediately decided he didn't want to stay with god knows what in that water, he was also concerned about that lightning and desperately wanted to get somewhere less conductive. Scrambling, he pulled himself back up onto the platform around the bed.

After taking a few minutes in which Berry told himself he was just trying to check his reflection in the water, which was impossible due to the ripples caused by the rain, he began to calm down when no sea monsters popped out.

Keeping an eye on the water and its mysterious depths, Berry walked along the platform to the front of the bed; he could see the platform, which he equated to some sort of boardwalk.  The most startling part of this path was that the rain did not fall on it, regardless of the clouds being present above it and there being no cover.  In fact, looking closer, Berry noticed the rain was not falling on the bed or the beds platform either; the only wet places on it were his own foot prints and the drops dripping from his hair and cloths. 

Theories began to run through Berry’s mind, from ‘You’re a Wizard Berry’ and ‘You’ve been kidnapped by Mermaids’ to ‘You’ve been jacked into Virtual Reality’ and ‘Jigsaw got you, you’re fucked ’. He decided to check all sides of the bed to see if there was any option other than swimming into the unseeable or walking down 'Murder Me Lane'. 

Being cautious Berry of course did this by crawling over the bed and pulling back the curtains to view each side, rather than walk along the edges and risk a jealous Merman killing him.  He had after all not completely dismissed the idea that he went home with someone, seeing as he definitely did not change his own clothes.

After confirming his fears that he really only had the two options Berry retuned to the front of the bed and stared down the platform, trying to gauge how long it was. But though the rain did not touch the platform, the air seemed to hold a mist from the perpetual storm above, preventing him from seeing its end.

Clenching his jaw, Berry gave a few bouncing hops and with a deep breath took his first step into the unknown, fists at the ready.