I can't say I remember last night, as I don't remember much of anything at all. All I know was that I just woke up with my neck sore as shit on the floor.
What the fuck? I thought, I don't remember getting wasted last night.
I slowly stood up, rubbing by sore neck, and looked around, by eyes widening.
Why the fuck was everything huge?
On second thought, I think I might have gotten drunk. I decided to see if this was real or if it was just narcotics or something of the same vein. I took a few steps forwards towards the bed frame. If I was normal sized and just tripping, I would've run right into it and fallen over, but I didn't, I had barely made a dent in the distance from myself and it.
All the sudden, I remembered something very important.
I slept on a mattress on the floor, I didn't HAVE a bedframe.
"Where the hell am I!?!?!?" I yelled out. I didn't know what to do, I stood there, trembling and afraid. I looked around and assesed my options. I saw a dresser that would take me to a window, and of course, the bed. If I could get to the window, maybe I could jump out it to safety, however, if I took the bed...I don't know why I would take the bed actually, I don't think there's any practical use going there, but something in my gut is telling me that there's something over there that could help me.
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What should Olly do?
A. Go to the bed
B. Climb the dresser outside
C. Do nothing and take more time to asses his options
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FantasyThis is a Giant Tiny story, however, YOU the readers get to decide how I write it. At the end of each chapter there will be a few options for you to vote on, and whatever one gets the most votes is the one that the story goes with! A simple morning...
