Here's something else I've been "working" on...

Okay, here's a part of a story I started a couple years ago. I got stuck around page 52 with no idea where to take it. If you want more of it, let me know, if you like it, let me know. If you don't like it then be nice.

He awoke suddenly. Sitting up and looking around, he did not realize where he was. Nothing was recognizable to him. He put his head in his hands, straining to remember what happened the day before. Slowly images started coming. There was an accident, yet he noted his surroundings did not appear to be those of a hospital. Was he dead and in some kind of spiritual limbo like the priests have always said was there for those who did not receive their last rites? He had no references to compare it to, so he set that aside in his mind. Back to the accident, he thought. He searched his memory to what was going on before the accident. Then he saw HER in his mind. She was a woman of average height, but was built. Boy was she built he thought. Busty, slim waist, nice hips and an ass you just want to squeeze. She was blonde and when he had seen her she was in that very skimpy bikini. The type that barely concealed the nipples on the breasts, and a thong that was just barely legal. She was the cause of the accident. Well she didn’t know she was, but her attire and beauty had distracted him enough that he lost control of his car and rammed the car in front of him. “Damn these hormones!” he thought.
“Wait, if that was the accident, then why am I here and where the hell am I?” Taking a more careful look around he noted that he was on a bed. At first it appeared to be an average bed, a bit more comfortable than what he was used to, and he made a mental note to inquire as to what type of mattress it was. He wanted one. He looked at the wall on his left. It was bare and painted white. Well that was a normal color. Looking right, the wall on that side also appeared white. No windows on either side, so he looked behind him and the view was the same, just a white featureless wall, like the other two. The wall in front of him, however was a bit different. It had a mirror and sink off to his left near where the wall on the left met the wall in front. Also, there appeared to be a slight difference in the color and texture of the wall. He got up and approached the wall, running his hand along it, feeling its slightly bumpy texture, suddenly turn smooth as glass, then, after about 4 feet, it resumed its former texture. Pausing, he looked up then down. Looking at that smooth spot, wondering what it could mean. Then it came to him in a flash, it’s a door. But how does it open? He pressed on it. Nothing happened. He pushed harder. Nothing again. He hit it with his fist, then something happened. His fist hurt, it is a pretty solid door after all.
“Now what?” he thought. It was at that point, that he realized he was naked. Looking around he noted 2 things. One was that the clothes he was wearing the day before were nowhere to be found. The second thing was that there were no blankets, sheets or even a pillow on the bed. Nothing with which to hide his nudity. “Humph” he thought, “well it’s warm enough”, also noting his lack of shrinkage.
He walked over to the sink, and wondered how the water worked, since there appeared to be no faucet handles. He put his hands under the spout, and water came out. It was warm, not hot, not cold but just right. “Damn, I wish this was cold water, I’m thirsty”, as he cupped his hands to drink, the water suddenly cooled to his desired coolness. Bending down and lifting his hands to his mouth, he drank until he was satisfied. Then wondering the extent of his verbal control, he said, “I would like some hot water for tea”. Still holding his hands under the running water, the temperature started increasing until he could stand it no more, then he noticed that the water coming from the spout was not clear, it was brown. It appeared to be the color of tea. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted. It tasted like tea.
“whoa, what’s going on?”