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?