"Oooh!" moaned Chad grabbing his head as he wakes up. He looks around he's in his own bedroom, and in his own bed. He peels back the sheet, and blanket and sees that he is naked. He sniffs. Damn, he stinks this morning. Like a locker room or worse? He gets out of bed and pads over to his bathroom door. He opens it, and freaks. He's looking out at the inside of a washing machine with a glass window on the other side. It's in a big laundry room or maybe a laundromat. He can see a wall of driers opposite him. He doesn't see anyone else. He slams the door and shakes his head. Tentatively, he opens the door again. He reaches inside and feels the steel drum wall, and steps back. He's so small by comparison.
"Maybe I'll shower later," he says going to the closet to grab some shorts. He opens the closet door and stares at the inside of a giant locker.
"No! It had to be a nightmare. I must still be dreaming."
He slammed the closet door, and pulled the sheet of his bed to wrap around himself in a makeshift toga. It fell right through him. He couldn't wear anything. Definitely a dream, he decided. With the courage of knowing it's not real. He strode naked to his bedroom door, and prepared to walk out into the hallway. Instead he found himself looking at the inside of a giant drawer. He saw huge pieces of fabric stacked, and realized they were giant underwear. If he exited his room into the drawer, he would be in someone's underwear drawer.
Maybe it wasn't a dream or nightmare? More of the pranks? He had been Rod's jackoff jockstrap yesterday. He sniffed his body. Yeah, that was the smell alright. Now the doors represented choices. Someone's locker? Maybe Rod's? More likely Rick's? Somebody's drawer? Rick's, Rods', Chad's brother's? He glanced at his closed bedroom window. He went over to try that. He could climb down the old sycamore tree. He looked through the glass and saw the neighbor's yard. He lifted the window sash, but instead of the tree and neighbor's yard, he saw and smelled the inside of some jock's gym bag. He slammed the window shut.
Chad sat down on his bed. He had four choices: 1) washing machine, 2) gym bag, 3) locker and 4) drawer. He looked around for his sheet, but when it fell through him, it had fallen through the floor too. He touched the floor, it was solid to his touch. He climbed back into bed. Chad wrapped himself in his blanket on his bed, and assumed the fetal position and went to sleep.
He awoke cold, hungry and naked lying on his bedroom floor. All his furniture was gone. It was dark outside - according to the window view. He stood up. His stomach grumbled. He was so hungry. He didn't like his choices, but he didn't seem to have a lot of choices.
He might hang around the locker for hours, the gym bag could be used more often or not? He had no idea whose drawer that was, it might be his own for all he knew, inside the dresser n his closet. He didn't like the idea of a stranger at the laundromat or even in a big apartment complex. He sniffed his pit. Damn, he needed a bath.
Chad makes up his mind