Take a moment and imagine that you’re in a simple, square room.
The walls are a never ending cascade of vibrancies, reflecting all manner of color that your eyes can interpret, and some they can't. The floor ‘neath your feet is chilled, but not overwhelmingly unpleasant, and the firm pillowy-ness of it is somewhat comforting to you. At the center of the room stands an antique barstool: no padding for the seat or the backrest. Also, it seems one of the legs is just a smidge shorter than the others which creates a seafarer-like rocking when you perch upon it. Looking up, you are surprised by the no-ceiling-ceiling that hovers far above your head. There appears to be no firmness to the upper limits of the room at all, but only a foggy opacity that reminds you of clouds. Nothing else adorns the room visually; no curtained windows, no shag rugs, no family portraits, no Van Halen posters. But most noticeably, there is no door.
Shifting your backside on the weebly-wobbly stool you’ve been provided, your feet dangle and don’t quite reach to the floor; your left foot is starting to tingle already. Sitting there uncomfortably, confusion sinks in while you dig through the footlocker of your mind looking for any sound logic to grasp onto and haul out into reality. In the midst of your mental spelunking—perhaps between brushing aside the memory of the tattered swimming flippers you had when you were nine and the flitting remembrance of the time you found a dollar bill in the mud—music begins playing in your room.
You shake your head and look around, unable to source the quiet cacophony. With a twitch of your eye, and slowly lowering your chin to your chest in despair, you realize the song playing is “that” song. You know the one; everyone has a “THAT” song. Not only do you recognize the song, but deep inside yourself you suddenly come to grips with the reality that you just know this song is going to be on repeat. For a very…long…time.
This room…
This room is what I envision the small corner of Heaven may look and feel like that was created for the person(s) who invented group text messaging without the ability to remove yourself from the group.
