Paint the Picture

I have been more than familiar with the cliche of movie characters starting off their respective story with a wake up in the morning and looking at themselves in the mirror routine.

Although I couldn't be bothered to wake up as I'll I saw was pure blankness. Think darkness but everything is white instead of blank.

I couldn't even see myself, let alone the people around me, let alone the environment around me.

I panicked, yet I could not sense the muscles of my mouth or face whenever I express myself. I did not believe I was dead, cause I wouldn't hear other people talk and the world around me being full of sound.

To my left, I saw a large object in the distance. It's outline was cylinder shape. I ran towards the object, and saw that there were more cylinder shapes.

Each of the cylinders had names on stuck on them. The first was PEOPLE. Second was NATURE, followed by ANIMALS, BUILDINGS, WEATHER, and pretty much anything that exists in reality.

I couldn't feel my mouth muscles, but I felt like frowning, then I turned up to the blank sky.

"Artist?" I called out. "ARTIST!"

"What, what what is it?" a voice came out booming from the sky.

"I don't know about you but it's literally a blank canvas here! Mind filling this place up with those cans of paint? Paint the picture?"

"Whoops!" the artist said jokingly. "Sorry about that, I had lunch." I then saw his giant hands open the paint cans with the names I saw before.

He started to paint this part of the world again, he started with the environment, followed by the landscapes and eventually the people. Me included.

I looked at my hands, and felt each part of my body was now real again. Good, now I can go on and live my day.