I was mesmerized by the number of mirrors it took to cover the surface area. I began calculating in my head, when suddenly my arm was yanked forward by a woman wearing enough hair spray to suffocate the entire discotheque. Her smile was wide and gregarious and I counted the teeth exposed by her ruby red lips. She shouted something at me, leaning her head in a coy yet inviting manner. We stepped on the color-changing tiles and I estimated the surface area by counting the squares on the perimeter. The beat increased and my heart pumped faster to match. How many gallons of blood does my body circulate in a day? It was debilitating, the number of sights and sounds in this lone dark room. Too many thoughts exploded from my brain, and I began to shake...
Moments later, with the wail of the ambulance in the background and an oxygen mask over my face, my eyes peeled open to an incandescent bulb. It flickered in greeting, and I imagined the current running through. Several feet of tubing and blinking lights adorned the sides. I counted them all.
The disco ball was turning.