I fell asleep that night, at my own house.
I dreamt of being shipped to an island near Hawaii in a cardboard box. It felt realistic, like it was actually happening.
I woke up the next morning. I wasn't in bed. I wasn't even anywhere!
I was in a dark cardboard box.
I felt someone carrying me, then dropping me with a KA-THUNK! I heard a little girl screaming that she missed her mommy. I was scared.
That's when a man around the age of 50 opened my box up. He looked like he wasn't surprised at all. He looked like he was angry and annoyed.
"Where am I?" I asked the man.
"Pat's Orphanage. I'm Pat. I am your new guardian," The guy replied, still sounding mad.
All of a sudden, a woman with a chef hat appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. She was ratherly plump, with a red face, chubby arms, and a round belly.
"I'm the cook. You must be our new kiddo, Kreena. I'm Jesse. Come in with the other children and eat some p'tato and blueb'ry mush.
It tastes like pork," She chuckled. Her stomach bounced as she laughed.
I walked into the "kitchen", which was actually a microwave and a few yards of counters. The other kids were around 5 or 6 years of age, while I was at 10. They sat on giant mushrooms which were a few feet high.
I didn't know when going back home would be an option.