Things Better Left Unnoticed

	A girl laid on a type of medical examination table, and in only a few short moments her eyes came fluttering open.  She looked around, the room she was in was a solid white color, even the lights in the ceiling seemed to just be a blindingly white color.  As she took stock of where she was, she immediately noticed she was naked.  Save for one thing.  A diaper.  

"I must be dreaming."  The girl said to herself as she sat up on the table, the diaper wrapped around her waist made slight crinkling noises as she adjusted.  

	She looked more closely at the diaper, it was a plain white affair, disposable.  taking her hands, she pulled them through her long brown locks of hair, trying to soothe herself as she realized she might not be dreaming at all.  Everything seemed too real.  She had been in dreams before, never lucidly, but she could remember some of them.  This didn't feel like a dream, she had too much control, too many thoughts for this to be a dream.  She slid her legs off of the examination table and then dropped onto them, landing on the floor.  The table only came up to her waist, and the ceiling only seemed to be a couple feet above her.  Given her height was about five and a half feet tall, this room was rather small.  Looking around yielded no further information to her though, it was white everywhere.  The walls, plain white, the ceiling, plain white.  The only sense she had that she wasn't in some kind of white box were the lights in the ceiling.  

	She wandered about for another couple of minutes, it didn't seem like there was anything in here for her.  But as she paced about, she began to wonder where she was, and why she was here.  If this was a real place, how had she gotten here, and who had put her here?  All these questions and more buzzed through her mind like a swarm of locusts.  Constantly chewing at her brain.  Getting fed up with this confinement she moved the examination table underneath one of the two ceiling lights.  Then she climbed up onto it.  She crouched on it, putting her hands up as she straightened herself out.  Soon her hands touched the light, it felt warm, which made sense considering it was casing a light.  So she started to push.  Trying to break the casing to try and escape somehow.  She went slow, as her goal was to break the plastic casing, not send her hands through it and into the bulbs inside.  Though after a few moments, she felt rather tired, not from pushing, just sleepy.  As she began to topple over from this feeling, she realized that there was a certain smell in the air.  Like a type of gas.  Though as she lost consciousness, she finally pieced it together, to bad it was too late.

	Her eyes opened again.  This time, things looked different.  She was still naked, and still in a diaper.  But now there was no examination table.  She was on the floor, sitting up, she saw several other new things in the room.  Unsure of what they were she went closer to look at them.  The first thing she found, was a puzzle of some sorts.  Okay.  This was officially not a dream anymore, something was going on.  

"Hey.  Can anyone hear me!  Hello!  Where am I, who are you, why am I here!"  She shouted, hoping something might just answer her back, but unfortunately, no response.

	She looked down at the puzzle, maybe if she finished it, she might get some type of response.  So, she got to work.  It was a very simple puzzle, there was only about twelve pieces, and it took her about a minute or so to finish it.  The finished puzzle looked like a sun.  The kiddy kind, with little spirals in it, having wave lines coming out of it to signify it was bright.  

"Happy!"  She shouted to no one in particular, hoping to now get some type of response.

	Unfortunately, she received no such response.  Which prompted her to look over to the other activities that had been placed in the room with her.  Scooting on her diapered rear over to the next one.  This one, was even more simple that the puzzle.  It was just a block matching thing, only certain blocks can go into certain holes.  There was a circle, a square, and a triangle.  So naturally she put the cylinder block into the circle hole, the cube block in the square hole and the, triangular prism block into the triangle hole.  It was pathetically easy.  So she moved herself from the blocks and over to the next one, sitting herself down at this one, she was pleasantly surprised.  This looked, far more interesting than the last puzzles.  It looked like it was a simple color matching puzzle.  Each color was represented by a sphere and there was eight holes.  Each one had a corresponding ball color.  The colors were white, blue, red, green, yellow, orange, purple, and black.  So, she put each ball into the same colored hole.  The reason it looked so interesting, was that this puzzle had a couple of blinking lights on it.  She wasn't sure what they indicated, but it was interesting, at by comparison to the other puzzles.  But that was it, there was nothing more to do.

	Suddenly a sound began to play over some kind of speaker.  Looking all around her for where the sound might be coming from, she couldn't pinpoint it.  Nor could she understand it.  It sounded like some type of foreign language.  Which made some sense, at least it would explain why they hadn't answered her at all.  Though this didn't make her feel any better, it means she was no longer in the United States, or at least, that's what it meant to her.  She began to feel sleepy again, suddenly she realized what was going on.  She held her breath, hoping that maybe if she didn't breath any of this sleeping gas in, she could fight off the feeling.  She let herself fall to the ground, pretending to be asleep.  She couldn't keep that up though, she would only have a few more moments before she would need to take a breath.  She could feel her lungs pleading for air as she kept this up, when suddenly she heard a whirring noise.  No longer could she hold her breath in, she exhaled and returned to breathing normally, though she managed to maintain herself so that she didn't seem like she had just taken in a large breath.  

	Soon the whirring noise died away, considering she hadn't fallen asleep, that noise must have been some type of ventilation to make sure the gas was cleared out.  Then another noise came, it was quick and sounded like a door opening?  Immediately she heard steps, someone coming into the room.  She heard the steps go for the first puzzle she had messed with, someone was obviously collecting them up.  She waited until she heard the steps get closer to where she was, then she sprang up, opening her eyes and heading for where she heard the door open, unfortunately as she headed to it, she saw it close up in record speed if she hadn't seen it happen, she might not have known the door was even there due to how much it blended in with the rest of the wall.  But her momentum wouldn't lessen for her, not enough to stop anyway, so she slammed into the door and sat in a heap right next to it.  She turned her head up to look at who was in the room with her, and she was stunned.

	Standing against the far wall, was a cat in a lab coat.  A cat person to be more precise.  It had a cat face, cat ears, and hell, she could see a tail coming out from underneath the white lab coat she was wearing.  This cat stood at about five feet.  It seemed to be scared, suddenly more noises came out from nowhere.  I heard the cat begin to talk in response to whatever was said over the speakers.  She couldn't understand any of this, all she knew was that she wanted to know what in the world was going on.  But, cat person, how does one even react to that?  The girl began to stand up.  It was easy to see the height difference between them both, and as she did, the cat seemed to shout something out, the voice from nowhere responding to her.  

"I'm Kayla."  The girl said to the cat, extending her hand.  

	Kayla figured that maybe if she was friendly, or acted friendly, maybe this cat thing would stop freaking out for a few seconds and address her.  This wasn't the case.  The cat on the other side of the room simply looked at Kayla's extended hand from where she was.  Suddenly, Kayla watched the cat slump against the wall, sliding down it and landing in a heap.  A few moments later Kayla was doing the same thing, she had been so preoccupied with trying to get something done, that she hadn't noticed that they had turned the gas on again.  The last thought to go through Kayla's head was.

'How the hell am I going to get out of this?'  Then she fell in a heap on the floor, knocked out once again.