"Why are you in Las Vegas?" asked the man in the dark suit. "I honestly don't know" I said.
This is what I remember. I'm in a large warm room. My metal framed bed is pushed off to one side, but the rest of the room appears to be empty. There are no windows and the artificial white light hurts my eyes. The floor is white tile, which makes the light brighter and my head ache. I reach over to steady myself against the wall and my fingers feel a slight give. As I begin to get to my feet I hear a voice. "Welcome Mr. Porcello." The voice, tinged with glee, seemingly came from all parts of the room at once. "Did you sleep well Mr. Porcello?" Was I supposed to answer? "Where am I? Who is Mr. Porcello?" "We apologize for any inconvenience this arrangement may cause. We will have a meal delivered to you in minutes." "Where am I?" "Patience Mr. Porcello, patience."
The white room. I have to admit the room service was spectacular.
"We hope you enjoy your lunch Mr. Porcello. Please let us know if there is anything else we can provide." The gleeful voice came and went. I began to pace the room. As far as I could tell, the room was without a door. How is this possible? "I need to use a restroom." "Someone will be there to assist you in a moment." At which point a door seamlessly materialized from the wall and out stepped a meticulously dressed young woman. "Please follow me Mr. Porcello." "Where are we going?" "To the restroom." With that she opened the door and we stepped into the longest corridor I've ever seen.
My first meal in the white room. How did they know I love salmon? How do they get lemon wedges to stand on their side like that?