Strange (2)

|Part 1|

Daniel awoke lying on his belly. He was naked and his head hurt like hell. What the fuck had happened? He wanted to get up, but something heavy lay on his back. He pushed against it and slowly rose to his feet as rough fabric slid off his shoulders. As he looked around he noticed he was standing on a huge pile of clothes. Or should he say pile of huge clothes? Were that..? No, that wasn’t possible. It were his own clothes, it was all there. On top of the clothes there lay a huge black metal object, which at a closer glance looked suspiciously like a giant lamp.

Following a notion he looked up and froze. The ceiling was so far away he couldn’t even see it. “This must be a dream” he thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes, but it didn’t help. Just as he was about to slap himself in the face he heard a scream. Daniel stopped in the motion and yelled “Sheila?”. He climbed on top of the pile of fabric and started running towards the huge gate which had been a door minutes ago. The room had extended to a hall and it took him a minute to arrive at where Sheila was standing.

“Are you ok?”

Sheila was talking to someone lying on the floor, probably the other guy. She was also naked, standing on a pile of clothes next to what appeared to be her enormous clothes. Daniel could hear mumbling coming from inside the pile. Something was moving and clumsily rising under the checkered fabric. When the other guy was finally on his feet and Daniel could see him, he laughed out loud.