The White Room

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

I arrived at the white room by teleport, scanning a barcode which put my location and body mass details in.From the centre of Birmingham England,I was transported to aThe White Room.

In The White Room my holiday began.

My thoughts decided what I would  do.

My first thought,I would like to go for a swim in a warm water sea with no sharks or jellyfish.

One of the white walls became a patio window which looked out onto a beautiful white sand beach.My clothes changed and I was in a very attractive full swimsuit and flip flops.My skin was moist with very expensive sun tan lotion and my hair was tied up with a rainbow coloured scrunch.

I walked slowly into the beach and down to the waters edge.I looked back at the patio,it was still there.

I walked thigh deep into the water and bent my knees and stretched my arms out and felt the warmth of the blue sea embrace my body as I floated away.

I swam for ages and eventually I returned to the White Room.Whatever thoughts or wishes I had made  my ideal holiday  and they all happened.The proviso being they did no harm to any living thing(that was in the terms and conditions).

I had a wonderful holiday and of course did not want it to end. Dreaming of the next. Until next year.

What would you ask from the White Room? All holidays are good for you,and it is worth thinking carefully about them,to maximise your enjoyment.

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  1. Oh, the White Room — a vacation genie with no harm, no hassles! I’d request an endless buffet on a beach where calories don’t count, or maybe a day as a millionaire lounging in my own private island villa. Or better yet, let’s go for a spontaneous trek through Mars — with a view back to Earth, of course. Endless holiday potential, no sunscreen needed.

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