If I Were

What if after death or life, we were stuck in a book? What if we were somehow stuck writing our own books? or What if we become characters in other peoples' books and were stuck waiting until every word or sentence we were mentioned. Like we wait in a white box, and the box walls would turns rainbow or crazy trippppppy colors (yes trippy with tripple the p's). If I were to teach a class I would try to simulate that.