Labyrinth Comfort

Each time you woke up in the Labyrinth, you felt better than the last, as if the true temptation of this dream world wasn't the power you held in the waking world, but rather the lure of comfort, the intense sense of home that washed over you when you arrived. You could see that after time it would be more and more difficult to choose not to medicate yourself into spending longer and longer times asleep. Maybe it was more than protection for the Labyrinth that you erased your memories in the waking world, but a protection for yourself as well. At least you would be able to escape that temptation if it ever arose.

Your eyes tried to focus into the distance of this strange, zig-zagged hallway. Doors for as far as your eyes could see. Even though there were obvious turns in the hallway, sharp corners ahead, somehow the strange nature of the Labyrinth made it so that your eyes could focus far past each turn, as if light bent along your attention span, rather than through physical spaces. If you thought on it too hard you got giddy.

"Don't bother," came your own voice from behind you, your dream John, "You'll only make yourself sick. Just focus on the doors, rather than the distance. That makes it easier."

Sage advice, from someone as depraved as him.

"Way to fuck the history teacher!"

That was more like it.

"Yeah, pretty intense," you answer your mirror image, "and I think I might be falling in lo..."

"Stop right there, Romeo," your doppelganger cuts you off, "just because teach gives you some poon, doesn't mean that you're destined to have monogrammed towels. Remember, this is a conquest, a collection! Check out all these doors. You haven't even begun to explore them!"

You stared at your body, gesturing down the mind-bending hallway, and felt conflicted. You wanted to be with Bella, you had such deep feelings for her, which was a surprise to you, but you couldn't help but understand the temptation that this projection of your baser self was presenting. After all, hadn't your time with Shelly been amazing? And without messing with her dreams, wouldn't Bella just be the cold Ms. Cardigan again?

"Fine," you said with a smirk, looking forward to some hijinx, wondering where it would take you, "Let's see what we find."

Choosing a doorway at random, you end up in the dream of...