The Island

When I woke up that morning, I was on an island. I didn’t know what I was doing there. Suddenly, I heard a voice, so I ran quickly. I said to myself, ‘I need to build a house.’

I picked up a board. The boards were different colors, representing every shade of brown: light, dark, and medium. I started to stick them into the sand one by one. There was a nail right in front of me. I picked it up and used it to make the roof. I put a cover I found inside and made a table.

But how was I going to make a refrigerator? I started to explore the island, and I saw a house nearby. I went in right away. There was no one there, but there was a refrigerator full of food. I took the food and went back to my shelter. I ate some things and tried to sleep on the floor, but I couldn’t sleep.

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