The dragon, #2

One day when Paul was hard asleep in his laundry basket something that had never happened before happened.

The basket was knocked over. It fell down, and out with it fell Paul.

He woke up with a thud, not knowing what had happened. It felt very strange, because under his feet there was not the normal softness of the laundry basket, but something hard and cold. It had a strange colour as well. He looked around, and was shocked. His world had always been the laundry basket, suddenly it had grown to a size that he could not comprehend. He looked around again, trying to find a place that looked like home. In a corner he saw a pile of something that looked an awful lot like his laundry basket. It was a pile of clothes. He quickly ran over and buried himself. He did not want to look around, he did not want to see what was surrounding him, he just wanted his home back.

This new, big world was frightening. He wanted the familiarity and safety of his laundry basket back. He rolled up at the bottom of the pile furthest in the corner. Sobbing he cried himself to sleep in this new, scary world.