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Igloos? How Did I Get Here?
3/365 Writing Prompts
Today Tiny Human pulled “woke up in an igloo” out of our writing prompt jar! Their writing was how it has been the past 2 day, very clinical and clean and non-descriptive. They want to write differently, but are intimidated by trying to. We will keep working on that, as eventually they want to be the DM for their D&D group.
Today I will only be sharing my piece!
“Holy Shit! It’s freezing. What in the actual fuck is this?” I yell out.
No one answers. I usually wake up super hot, side effect of living in the Caribbean without air conditioning. I roll out of bed and my bare feet his the floor…which feels like… “ICE!” I yell looking down. I rub my eyes and look around.
The bright tropical colors of my bedroom are gone. Everywhere I look is BRIGHT WHITE or fur. I am clearly dreaming, this can’t be real, but I am SO COLD! I pinch myself, like they do in the movies, nope for sure I am awake.
How did I wake up in an Igloo? I think it’s an Igloo? I mean what else is all white and cold and rounded without windows? I find some fur boots at the end of my bed and slip them on. I bundle up and start to get warm.
I figure I should go explore, so I head out in to what appears to be a hallway, seeing no one I keep going through the igloo. It has all the comforts of home…just colder, whiter and furrier.
I head outside looking for life. I find it, but not human life. There are penguins…EVERYWHERE! They are sliding on their bellies and talking…no squawking…no talking, I can understand them.
I walk up to the nearest small group and ask them “Where am I?” A small, still fluffy penguin answers “Why in the North Pole of course!”
