Colorless cyclone

A whole new world

        I wake up and I see half of a couch holding up a block of wood, the other end of the wood supported by a table.  I try to push off the wood, but it doesn't budge, and I have no room to move.  The wood is not crushing me, but too tight for me to move.  I sigh.  I can't get out of here, this is my end.  "Hey, friend!" I hear a young woman's voice from behind me.  I tilt my head, and I see her.  Her brunette hair waving, her smile bright, and her eyes glistening.  I think I just fell in love before my death, just like the movies.  "I'm in a tight situation."  I say, sweating, and hopefully not blushing.  She giggles.  "I can see that, would you like some help?"  She lifts up the board, and I am embarassed.  I wipe myself off.  "You were in that terrible accident! Are you hurt?"  Yeah, I was, but I wasn't going to tell her that.  "No, I'm fine."  "Well after an accident like that one, no, you're not fine.  You need a home.  Do you have a family?"  No, not anymore.  "They moved to Wisconsin."  "Where's that?"  She asks  "In the middle of the United States."  I say.  "What's that?"  I stare her down, how does she not know?  That's where we are!  Then I look around.  Everywhere I look, I see gloom.  I and everything's made of wood, and I feel like I'm in an old western film.
        "Never mind, where are we?"  "Oh, you must have forgotten due to that terrible accident! We are in--"  "Taylorrrrr! I Mister Westing needs your help!"  "Come with me!"  She pulls on my arm.  "Where are we going?"  I ask, and she says "Mister Westings can let you stay with him!"  We walk into a small shed, where I see a man, about thirty, but looks eighty, playing checkers with his son.  they only four of them.  In total.  Not even a whole board.  Sad.  "What do you need help with, Mister Westings?"  "Oh, Miss Scarla, so good to see you."  His voice brought a tear to my eye, so fragile.  "I need you to water my plants out front."  He had a tiny daisy.  "Anytime, sir!"  "Who is this fine fellow?"  "I found him! he was among all the rubble of the disaster!"  His eyes looked hurt, but surprised.  "And you survived... and no home, and no family, I assume."  "Aye."  I say, not sure what else to say.
        "We have an extra bed in the other room, do make yourself at home."  "Thank you, sir."  I go in the room and I sit on the bed.  I'm trying to comprehend what exactly just happened.  I saw a tornado pull in everything, even color, and now I'm here?  I don't understand.  I hear a volley of gunshots.  I run out to the living room, and I see Mister Westings and his son lying under the table.  "What the hell is happening?" I ask.  "They're here."  Said his son.  The door is thrown open, and I see a young, built, tan man standing at the door.  "Ah, you must be our new townsmember."  He smirked.