Misted Eyes

Anyone Missing Their Barn Animals?

Ryan's P.O.V~

When I came to, I found myself in a bed. Grey tinge fuzzed at the edges of my vision, and it hurt to move my head, but I could feel the soft pillow and quilt.
I groaned.
Was that entire thing... A dream? I grimaced at the thought. How cliché. But then again, that would mean... Jamie?

My hopes were shattered when I looked around. This was clearly not my bedroom in the tiny apartment I lived in. Other beds were lined up against the wall, and a surfer lounged on a chair a few metres away. I blinked. Blinked again.

What?

His entire body, save the tiny slithers of visible tanned skin, was made of eyeballs. Eyes of varying sizes, all bright blue. On back of his hands, his neck, his sandalled feet.

"Uhhh...?" I moaned, certain I was back in some sick dream. EyeBalls stayed silent, but all eyes swivelled to me.
"Ujjjgh." I said, intelligently. A few eyes winked. Blinked? Winked?
I almost rolled over to block the sight out, but I had to get up. Get up and run screaming away.
Just as I reached up a hand to claw for leverage to stand, EyeBalls moved. He stood up, and for a split-second I wondered if eyes on the back of his knees got squished when he bent his legs? What about his elbo-?
Back on track, ADHD Boy.
All eyes flicked away, and then back to me, and then away and he marched out.
I scrambled to get into a sitting position, looking around for a drink of water. A throbbing headache - possibly from dehydration, pounded at the back of my eyes.
"Dammit." I muttered, running my hand through my oddly greasy hair. How long had I been here?
I swung my legs out of the bed, and froze. OK. I... Not in school uniform. The button-down and slacks had disappeared. I was in jeans and an orange T-shirt with black writing on it. I couldn't decipher it - even if it was the right way up.
Hlfa Coold Abmp?
O-o-ok.
"Time to wake up, Ryan." I murmured. I stood on the cold, hardwood floor and rubbed my temples irritably.
"You're awake," came a voice. Distinctly male. I looked up and grimaced as light flooded through an open door. It took me a moment to see the blurry figure in detail.
It was Simon. Except... Aargh!
"You're a llama!" I blurted. He looked deeply offended, and shuffled his...
Aargh!
Shuffled his hooves?! Little cloven hooves clip-clopped nervously. His shaggy -excuse my language - behind looked like... Well, a llama.
"I'm not. I'm a goa- I mean, I'm a faun."
He said defensively.
"And I'm a mermaid." I huffed.
"Well..." His voice hitched suggestively.
"No." I said, just to say something.
"Uhh... Come out here, Ryan." Simon suggested, stepping aside. I was about to argue, but I had no intention of staying inside.
Grudgingly, I followed. As I neared, I saw a tiny amount of fuzz on his chin. And... Horns. Why not?
"A faun. You mean a satyr?" I asked, pulling up a random name from my limited supply of mythology knowledge. He bleated irritably.
"Satyrs are Greek. I am Roman." He scolded.
"Oh. My bad." I said wearily, stepping past him and into the light. I found myself on a porch. Green hills stretched one way, and a great expanse of strawberry fields to another.
A large hill, topped by a tall pine tree, stood in the near distance.
To my right, there were kids. Spilling out of odd cabins, which were all individually decorated. One was bright red, one had a grassy roof, one, by far the grandest, even from such a distance, was stark white and huge. The kids mostly wore orange shirts, like mine, and most write jeans or shorts. Some, clearly the 'fashionistas' wore casual fanciness.
"What is this place?" I asked dumbly.
"It's a summer camp." He told me.
"Summer...? Add in like summer holidays? Isn't that an American thing?" I asked.
He looked at me sideways.
"No. No way. We're not in America, are we?" I spluttered. He didn't reply.
"OK. OK. Eyeball man. Space traveling. Brilliant. OK. Goat-Boy. Anything else? Are we just waiting for God to appear, to smite us? Or for Madonna to appear as a half-ostrich?" I babbled. He did not interrupt, but looked faintly amused.
"I'm not great at explaining this... But..." He sighed and gestured to a lawn chair. I perched on it, but as soon as I scuffled backwards, I fell through and down.
Down
...
Down...
Dooooown.