Chapter 2
Peter Davison was slumped on the couch, his breath smelling of liquor and his TV flashing in the background of his head. He had been awake for five days straight which was hard when you've drunk five cans of beers and a whole bottle of wine.
His wife, or, ex-wife had left him.
"I'll file the divorce papers later in the month," was the last thing she said to him before slamming the door in his face. They had been together for six years. Six freaking years but that didn't matter at all to her.
Depression washed over Peter for days on end. And all he wanted to do was die.
Until it happened. Peter closed his eyes for only a second and when he opened them he was in a new world. A new world of blocks. The TV was in blocks making it hard to see the faces on screen.
Peter didn't feel drunk, tired or depressed. He felt…happy. For the first time in five days, happy.
His first thought that all the liquor and depression has made a fake magical world like what happens when you're stoned.
He looked at his stubby, block hands, which could no longer go across his body. He walked towards the bathroom, and when he walked it was very weird. He walked like a soldier at those memorial things or something. Anyway, when he looked himself in the mirror he gasped. His head and body were now cubes. Well, the body was a rectangular cube but that's not the point. His face still had some of its features.
His blue eyes, his flat nose and the stubble around his chin and upper lip. Everything else looked weird and out of sync.
Due to the adrenaline and shock of everything that was happening he ran out of his house (which didn't look as impressive in the real world) and looked all over the street, seeing people come out of there houses, children, adults, the elderdy.
They were all blocks, but the weird thing was they were looking at themselves like they were crazy. Were they all drunk and depressed, Peter wondered. Not likely, most of them were families.
Peter felt like he was going to vomit. This was all just too crazy. Too, too crazy. He fell a little, lost his balance and crashed into a tree which somehow broke into three pieces.
The pieces of wood zoomed onto Peter's hand which he automatically collected.
That's when Peter broke. Well, sorta. He fainted.