|| The heart of Home, Wally Darling, becomes reclusive suddenly. And a once-welcoming neighborhood is now a shell of itself. Trying to find safety in their favorite activities. Yet they all know it's to distract them from worrying. ||
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You wake up in a warm bed. The blankets felt like soft clouds you never wanted to leave. Plus they smelled like fresh laundry. Taking a second deep breath, however, activated the back of your nose to tickle causing an abrupt sneeze. Your eyes ached in adjusting to the room's lighting. In your mind, it's way too early to get up. A light fell upon your face. You tried to shield yourself.
That wasn't working at all. Your muscles ache as you move around. At the same time, the pesky sun decided to retreat, dulling the room somewhat. Sitting up, somewhat lightheaded, your mind takes its time. To get some more sleep, you reach up to close the curtains.
You scan the place absentmindedly and...
This isn't your bedroom.
Or your house.
What happened?
The bright curtains above you should've given it away.
Your clothes were the same yet stained with mud. The feeling of dirt under your fingernails was unpleasant. So you diverted your focused elsewhere. The low red roof with a ceiling fan in the middle. Painted wooden beams gave off a rustic home feeling. One brick wall, the other three wood. At the foot of the bed was a closed door. Overall the room's vibe was very cozy.
Nearby, on a narrow bedside table, rested a glass of water accompanied by a half-full pitcher. It could be poisoned. You'd never know unless you tried it. The dryness of your throat though starting another cough answered that for you.
First things first. You quickly shuffled an arm from under the yellow and white squared quilt, grabbing the glass weakly, and downing the drink in no time. It was refreshing. The water made your throat pain subside a little. Carefully you twisted around to look outside. Through the square window above the bed, you saw you were on the second floor.
Around the area, yards away, were unnaturally colorful trees. They looked fake. However, the sun shone from among them. The green grass below not being multicolored gave some comfort. Strewn around the property we're bales of hay and a purple barrel with plants growing out of it. You saw a yellow path to the far right but couldn't see to where.
Somehow all of it felt vaguely familiar but you don't know why. You've never been here. You're sure you would've remembered. The last thing you do know is getting turned around in the forest. Unable to find the way out, you stumbled upon a metal gate. Tired from all the pointless ways in exiting to get back home you must've passed out.
Whoever lived in this house probably knew what happened next. It was already early in the morning. There wasn't a clock anywhere to tell the exact time. Not to worry though, you could always check on your phone. Which made you feel your pockets for it. When did you last see it again?
It was gone.
You immediately left the bed. The cup was placed back where it was. Maybe whoever put you here put it somewhere else. Or it fell out of your pockets. It happened a lot. The cold floor underneath your feet made you regret getting up. Seeing a pair of fuzzy slippers you put them on. You stopped just as you heard something. You stood in the lamp's corner. A chill ran down your spine.
