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Part 1, Section 1!
Well, I woke up. Nothing special that could possibly be added to that...unless...i woke up and my bed was floating 50 miles up in the sky, no strings attached. The breeze practically ripped the covers, but i had just made up the bed, so there was chance of that. As i drifted in and out of clouds, i was worried with the thoughts of how to get back down to solid ground, and how to get home from there. After mustering up enough courage to do so, i looked over of the bed and practically fell out. Patchwork fields, ribbon-width roads, and ant-sized cars were all passing under me. I rolled back into the bed and clutched the side, my fingers digging into the mattress, my knuckles were a ghastly white. As I hung onto the bed for dear life, I wondered how to get back down, if i was to survive...
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