I was laying in a cold, dusty old box. The lid opened with a creek, a pink giant hand grabbed me in an uncomfortable position. I saw a flame being lit by a happy, joyful human. They touched my dusty old rope and the next thing I knew I was in the sky exploding in different directions in the blue.
I see the gleaming water shining in the moonlight as I swirl around. The tall ships as tall as the eye could see.
As I am fading I smell hot dogs and burgers also fish and chips running up my nose like a runner. As I disappeared the people are amazed and start leaving…
Was I meant to die or not ?