I woke up the next day in a puddle. it was yellow and stunk. I'm pretty sure it was his pee. I sat up staring at the glowing windows. the door quickly screeched open. Damien slide in a tray of mush. ew. I ate it though gagging after every bite. it tasted like tire. i thought I would never say this, but I miss begging for coins on the street... it was cleaner than this anyway. and it was my home. I knew if I were ever to get back home I would have to have a plan. I instantly got to work on it. I felt around the room. "A ROPE!" I screamed accidentally. "I sure hope he didn't hear me." I stated. the launch was filling the room with light revealing its secrets. I Surveyed the room for any materials that I could use. I saw 6 books, 1 shoe, and a hook about ten inches from the window. I piled up the the books below the hook. I took the rope and swung it into the air wrapping its self around the hook. I hopped on top of the pile of old dictionaries, and started to climb up. I was at the top when my $2 in change flung out of my pocket. spilling onto the cement. the sound must have been loud enough, cause after it hit he walked in.
