Writing Prompt #2
There's an island where all lost things end up. Today, you wake up, cold and wet, on the beach of that island.
I don't have the slightest clue how did I end up here. Hell, I'm still in my pajamas. The universe sure has a wicked sense of humour. Could have at least put me with proper footwear.
Traversing through the deserted beach is challenging, especially with Lego pieces scattered around the sand. It's like stepping into a Lego minefield. Strangely, I never recalled having owned this many Legos. Anyway, I have got to find a way out of this island, but first, I gotta find shoes. After cussing through a box worth of these brick pieces. I managed to find my old red sneakers. I remember losing it to some shoeaholic thief. What gives?
I have to say, being on this island is certainly trippy but also brought up a lot of nostalgic memories. Stumbling upon the most random things from my childhood including those cartoon-printed erasers I used during primary school. Those square rubbers are really pesky! They would just magically disappear whenever you dropped it in class.
Oh hey, I met few versions of myself. Self-Esteemed Me seems like a nice person to be around with. Jesus, Motivated Me was so hopelessly optimistic I feel like punching myself in the face. Thank goodness I'm still a virgin. Because god knows what would Virgin Me say or whether I would see the light of the day again. Glad to have dodged that bullet.
The whole time being here, I thought to myself why Steve didn't appear. I'm pretty sure I lost that love so why isn't he here? Then it hit me. Maybe I didn't lose Steve in the first place.
Now I would REALLY like to get off this island.