I woke up. Nothing hurt, until I moved. So... I'm alive? I sat up, and looked around the room I was in. It was warm... And so cozy in this room. The walls were painted red... And the blanket felt like it was crafted by god himself. So soft... A desk with a lamp on it was next to the bed I was in. I glanced over to the window, and it looked and sounded like the middle of the night. But then I realized. Where the hell am I?! I tried to get out of the bed, but I couldn't move my legs. It hurt too much to even try and lay back down. But I had to figure out where I was, because this was not my house, and not one that I have ever remembered going to. So considering the fact that I was immobile, I decided to pull a Sherlock and look around the room for clues about where I was.
There was nothing on the desk but the lamp. There was nothing near the closet on the left. There was nothing on the table near the door except an empty vase, except my green bag, which was sitting underneath it. There were pictures hanging from the walls, but they were too far away to tell who was in them.
Suddenly, there was a noise coming from outside the door.
It was the shuffling of socks on a hardwood floor. I froze. They were getting closer. I tried real hard to get under the blanket before the door opened, and succeeded. I didn't move a muscle. The feet were in the room. Someone was in the room. I slowed down my breathing, but suddenly there were two people in the room, and they started to talk to each other.
"Look, Alfred, he turned over!"
"Awww yeah, he's totally gonna survive this!"
"Are you seriously joking around even now?"
"I'm not joking around, I'm happy he's okay, Matthew!"
"You're stupid"
"Ditto!"
"What does that even mean?!"
"It means I threw it right back 'atcha, buckshot! If you're gonna live in the States, you gotta learn our language!"
"Grrr! Don't fight with me, Alfred!"
"I can take you, easily!"
"Bring it, hero!"
They ran out of the room. Yelling at each other, laughing. Then one of them started screaming from what seemed to be a level below me.
"PUT ME DOWN ALFRED, PUT ME DOWN PUT ME DOWN!"
"TAP OUT, MATTHEW, TAP OUT! AHAHAHA!"
"AGGH NOOO I WILL NOT LOSE!"
Just as I was beginning to get annoyed, I heard footsteps in the room. I had peeked out of the blanket after they had left, and what I saw amazed me.
A baby polar bear?
He hopped up onto the bed, and started sniffing around my legs. Then he started to walk in circles, then curled up next to my stomach his breathing was gradually slowing down, as he fell asleep. That really made me happy.
I suppose that these people had found me in the woods... And had fixed me up and taken me in. I started gently stroking the bear's soft white fur. Without warning, tears started to cascade down my face. They care about me... And they don't even know me...
All of a sudden, someone was standing above me.
"Hello." He smiled... Brighter... Than anyone has ever smiled at me in a very,very long time.