The Slink

Going White

I'm awake. I can't move. I look around my room, the light is red now. I don't have a red light. I panic.
Sir Slink is his regular size, hanging on the wall. I relax a little. 

"Where is the demon?" I think to myself.

I look back to Sir Slink. He's not there anymore. Of course he isn't. He's hanging from the roof, right above me.

"Where is the pasta?" he growls to me in an echoed voice while I try again and fail to move my now contorted limbs.

He shakes violently from the ceiling, "WHERE IS MY PASTA" I try to scream but the only noise that escapes me resembles that of a metal slinky.
Suddenly I am the slinky, and I tumble down the stairs all for the sake of entertaining cruel children. Before I hit the last step though, I wake up in a cold sweat. I sit up and turn to Sir Slink, who is still hanging on the ceiling, and he turns back to me.

The end.

Or is it? (⊙_⊙)？