[ WP ] You wake up in a room . All that it contains is you and a lightbulb . There are no windows nor a door .

At first, I was OK. I tried to understand. I tried to work out why and how I got here. I tried to find a way out. Anyone would. It took me several days ( as much as I could tell what was day and night ) to get used to sleeping with a constant light source, but eventually I managed it. After what seemed like week, I just stopped. I just sat, in the middle of the room, legs and arms crossed. When I felt sleepy I slept, when I was awake I tried to occupy my mind; I practised the Spanish and German I knew ( even before I was stuck here I would often count as far as I could in German ), I did mathematical equations in my head, and I could feel my mental arithmetic ability increasing from the poor state it had been. 
 
 It was in the third week I remembered mastrubating. But to be honest, I decided I'd rather dedicate what time I would be spending here to solving problems and contemplating life, rather than fruitless, although pleasurable, activities. 
 
 After 2 months, I tried something I'd often thought of in real life, but the laws of physics had prevented: I tried to levitate. To my surprise, it worked. And then, like a switch, something clicked, and I realised, if one law of physics could be broken, surely others could. So I shut my eyes, thought of a pencil, very strongly in my minds eye, and when I opened my eyes again, there it was. A pencil. Floating in front of me. Levitating as I had done. 
 
 And with that pencil, I solved many conundrums of the modern world, physics problems, maths, pythagoras, disproved E=mc^2, created a theory to match it, proved it. Et cetera, et cetera. 
 
 4 months after I had started the experience, I realised I had n't wanted to eat or drink. At all. And I had lost weight, but only enough to be of normal weight. So I decided, that since I'd never explored it, I was going to Run the Perimeter of the Room every day, the moment I woke up. I tried it. It turns out that the room was as big as I wanted it; if I sat beneath the light, the walls were about a meter in front of me, and I could walk towards them to write on them as I had done when I first got the pencil ( later I realised that I could simply think of some paper. I decided early on that I was n't going to think of something that would allow me to communicate with the outside world; computers, phones et cetera ), where as if I tried to run, the room stretched to about 2 kilometers square. For some reason, the light bulb at the centre of the room lit up the whole thing. 
 
 And then I had a literal light bulb moment. The light bulb had to have power from somewhere. It was unlikely, but possible, that it had a miniature generator of it's own within it, and I hoped it did n't. So I thought of a screwdriver, and a step ladder. I stood on the stepladder, and unscrewed the light fitting. Success. There were wires leading away from it. I pushed the area around where I just unscrewed. The ceiling was paneled. I hoisted myself into the crawl space, and followed the wires. 
 
 And then I woke up. To this day, I still can not remember what I wrote on those walls. What I wrote on that paper. Who I thought off.
