A rectangular white light. Looking up, a foggy window was out of reach. Gently lifting the table, he climbed slowly on top.

Snow crystals blurred the outside, he paused, turning his head around so his ears met the door. The sound diminished.

Nudging it open, his muscles gave, metal moss covered the sides. He chipped it away but stopped halfway. A depression created itself under his feet, his weight pulled him down until the table turned into a wooden skirt, feet sundering the moment they met the ground.

The sound escaped through the door, splinters poked him as he tried squirming out. A loud shocking noise hit him hard, knocking his blood awake.

He undressed the table, leaving white line marks on his legs. The door was beaten, crying off dust. His breathing became shallow, closing his arms and legs while shifting his feet.

To his right was the bed, it gave loud shrieks as he tugged it by the head. Kicking away the broken table, He took a piece of the splintered wood and jumped on.

Ruthlessly stabbing the rust off, he felt the wood biting his hand. The door now had holes in its body. A howl, so ungodly, sent shivers up his spine. Glancing back, he saw a glowing red orb floating through the cracks, his body froze as his mind was being turned into stone.

Wooden darts sprung him back to his feet, he took out enough, with one last tug it slid open, holding a handful of moist swaying needles, the aroma of the fresh dew filled his lungs with energy as he boosted his body out.

He screamed, quickly jumping out. Crawling away on the ground, clenching his teeth, he dragged his body to a safe distance. Three sharp claws hung from the windows mouth and a trail of red liquid made a line pointing at him.

He pushed his strength, except his left leg. Standing up, he skipped away into the wilderness.

"Help!" He screamed, lungs filled with icy cold air. "Help! Please!"

The green transitioned into an autumn decay. Limping, he stumbled on pebbles and small rocks, occasionally punching his left feet.

It was a cerulean night, the ground became barren, the trees were huddled like bony knives aimed to grab him, the air tasted like rotten fruit.