The Piece Of Trash's Rant Book

Is anyone there?

I woke up in a cold, dark.... place. All that surrounded me were pitch black walls that showed no end, an endless abyss. How had I gotten here, I wasn't sure. I got up.
Drip.
A water droplet had fallen. But where was I? The sound had seemed to reverberate off the dark emptiness. I was lost. I was afraid. I began crying, unable to think of a way to get out of here.

Hours seemed to pass.

Days seemed to pass.

Weeks, months, they all seemed to disappear as I wept.

But then a familiar ringtone resounded throughout the walls, a shaking phone in my thought-to-be empty pocket.

Text from Floofdust.

My fears immediately dissipated, and my tears turn into sniffles.

The setting begins to change.

I am in my room, and I hold up my phone.

Shakily and gratefully, I open my text message.

"Hey Snork"

I send a response.

And soon enough, the inky blackness that had stayed in my head disappeared.

And all it had taken

Was that one text.

I know they won't read this, but thank you, Floofdust.

Because really, you couldn't have had better timing to pull me out of my emptiness.

Thank you.