CANUS Novus

There was a gentle breeze that he felt blow over his body, and he squeezed his eyes closed a little tighter. It felt unusual, but he had never been through the procedure that he could remember, so it might have been normal. It had to be normal, right?     After a minute, he didn’t feel any different, other than a wave of chills cascading over his body. Dark eyes snapped open to reveal a bright blue ceiling with fluffy, white designs. What… This didn’t… He had never… Caleb felt his heart start to race, his hands shaking. His hands… He tried to grip the bed upon which he laid, but… What was this? He jerked upward with wide eyes. What the hells was this? It was green and soft, but kind of…itchy?     He moved to sit on his heels, looking at the entirely white outfit he was wearing, and realized that there were green stains on his pants. That didn’t make any sense, though. Nothing in the laboratory could stain his clothes. He had never gotten a stain on them in his life! This had to be a new experiment. That was the only explanation. This was some kind of medically induced dream, and they were monitoring him from behind a glass.     His heart was racing, the realization of the must-be-experiment doing nothing to ease his nerves in the slightest. “Hel-” He choked on his voice for a second, only making his panic surge higher. “Hello?” He called, louder that time. Caleb Some storms come to clear your path