How I Navigate The Maze

I opened my eyes and the fluorescent lights blinded me. Getting up, I looked around and saw the metal door from which I'd entered a while or maybe an hour ago. The hit to my head had made me pass out so it was kinda hard to know how much time had passed. But well, this was probably the same room I had entered through that door.

I felt irritated for no reason and realized that my head was throbbing painfully from the fall it had suffered. Great! The first day in San Francisco and I got a headache. I decided to explore the place to distract myself from it. As I moved around, I noticed that this place was not bound just to a single room but apparently, a whole building. I could see the stairs going up and down. I couldn't decide whether to go up, down, or just stay on the same floor. I finally trusted my instincts and took the stairs going down. I didn't know why my instincts were directing me to go there but I knew that if there was a basement there, all adventure would be there too. Well, if you could call an unbelievingly huge and never-ending room a basement.

My eyes couldn't see where it ended. It just went on and on and until it got all blurry. Was that even possible or did I just have myopia? I asked myself but knowing that I wouldn't get a reply, I decided to take a closer look at the central attraction of the place. It was a metallic maze. Judging from the hotel's name, I kinda had an idea that there was going to be a maze but I didn't know it would be that fantastic. I mean, metal walls and mysterious vibes, the hotel outdid it on this one.

My legs were twitching to explore and I was more than happy to oblige. But before I went inside, I needed to make sure that I could find my way back. I searched my pockets for a sharpie which was supposed to be there. I had just put it there today, I don't why. Maybe instincts. Anyway, I finally found it, along with the pen I had lost a month ago. Weird. I didn't find it when I was putting the sharpie in there, or maybe I hadn't noticed. Either way, I got my pen back and it just made my day. I was in love with pen and paper. They're silly things to fall in love with when you're not even a writer but that was just me. I liked scribbling just about anything anywhere but I usually didn't damage public property or anything which was unlike what I was going to do now.

I uncapped the sharpie and entered the maze. I started moving ahead, drawing a line alongside me on the wall. There were so many paths but only one of them lead ahead, others just lead to a dead-end and I just couldn't find that path. Every time I turned, I saw a dead end. I might have gotten lost if not for the sharpie. After many tries, I didn't find a dead end and finally reached the center of the maze. There was nothing at the center and I felt extremely disappointed, having tried so hard to reach there.

Suddenly, I felt a hard push on my back and fell face-first to the floor. There was someone over me. I screamed.