I grabbed the pill and swallowed it. The bald man looked at me in shock. “Thomas, why did you do that?” He shouted.
“Do what? I took the red pill,” I responded.
“That wasn’t the red pill. That was the pink pill!”
“Oh…”
I started to become dizzy. I fell backwards, with the bald guy trying to reach for me. But it was too late. I hit the ground with a thud.
I found myself resting in a comfy bed. My clothes seemed to have changed, since I was wearing a night gown under the covers. I opened my eyes to find myself blinded by the color pink.
I was in a pink, windowless room, with flowers and hearts decorated everywhere. The bed I was lying in was a pink canopy bed, with stuffed animals all around me. There was also a pink dresser, a pink desk, and a large closet.
I got up and looked in the mirror. The nightgown I was wearing was pink. It also seemed that my fingernails and toenails were painted pink too. However, I didn’t notice any more physical changes on my body.
I explored the room. In the dressers were undergarments and pink pajamas. The desk had makeup placed on it. Inside the closet was a bunch of ball gowns, with ribbons and flowers, in various shades of pink and purple.
I heard a knock on the door. A maid in a pink maid dress walked in, carrying a plate of Belgium waffles with cherries on top.
“Your breakfast, Princess Trinity,” the maid said. She placed the waffles on the desk, curtsied, and left.
I realized how much I was starving. I knew that the plate was suspicious, but I was too hungry to care. I devoured the waffles, then sat, wondering what I should do.
Why was I in this room? Why did the maid think I was princess Trinity? Who even was Princess Trinity?