Just stare

You freeze as your gaze meets hers. She pauses for a moment as well, before opening the door and placing the tray on a small table just inside. She begins to leave, but decides to look back at you one last time. She gives you a scan up and down. You think of asking her about what’s going on, but by the time you can gather your words, she’s already gone.

You’re too confused about your situation to even contemplate eating right now so you ignore the tray. You think about how you got here and what you should do. You try to open the door but it’s locked, not a reassuring sign that everything is alright. The next time you see someone, you’ll ask them where you are, you tell yourself.

You don’t have to wait long. There are more footsteps in the hallway and you position yourself in front of the door to flag down whoever is coming. There are at least three people now and you can hear some of the conversation.

“Covering …?”

“...sorry Ma’am, yes ma’am”

At that, a buxom redhead in a business suit appears on the other side and opens the door before even noticing you. She’s flanked by a tall, athletic blonde in a skin-tight gray uniform and the girl from before.

The redhead looks you up and down in your makeshift toga and turns to the other two.

“Is this a prank? Like the chicken coding but now it’s frats?” she asks the blonde.

It must have been rhetorical because she immediately turns to you, looks you directly in the eyes, and says “sleep” snapping her fingers in the process, like something a hypnotist might do.