Cold. Cold it was. Indeed I was lost. Lost I was. Then, I found the cabin. That sweet cabin. “Phewww boy!” I said when I found the cabin, a warm looking cabin. In the cabin, where there are a bunch of books, I saw it’s cozy interior. I want to go in there so bad!!

I knock on the door.

No answer. until…

A welcoming stranger greets my scowling face, and he says, “Well hey there! Are you lost? come on inside-“

I tackle him to the ground, and he politely lets me. “This is my house now! It’s so beautifully cozy!!” I scream in his face, spit from my harsh consonants coving his stupid, friendly, Canadian grin. I hand him the legal documents that I always take with me when I hike.

“Oh,” he says beginning to tear up. I hand him his winter clothing.

I order him, “Get out punk…”

He leaves, and I sit on the couch. It’s big and fluffy :)

Then, I realize, that I’ve seen this place before. In a dream? No. Maybe the newspaper?? No. On the Facebook (I hate you Zucky Burger (Kinda sounds like yucky burger haha yeah?(That guy owns Facebook)))? No.

This was from the daily prompt prompt!! I was in one of the writings!! None of this is real!

I look for a way out of this fiction, but it’s too late because the author is finishing up the story.

“NoooOooo0ooo…!” I yell as I lay on the rug. It’s actually real comfy. Nice. As I’m crying, the story ends.

The End… or?