It was all normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was going to bed like usual. My dad was eating marshmallows.
"Dad! You're gonna turn into marshmallows if you eat that many!" I yelled.
"No I'm not." my dad replied. And that was that. I went to bed, with marshmallows on my mind.
The next morning, I woke up. I had actually woken up because I tasted something weird in my mouth. Something marshmallow-y. I opened my eyes, and was blinded by the bright white. Once my eyes were focused, I saw my room. But not my room like it usually is, with plaster walls and wood tables. It was all bright white, and looked like it was made of tiny building blocks. I tip-toed out of bed and went up-close to the wall. The wall seemed to be made out of tall round cylinders. I reached out and felt it. It was very soft. I then grabbed at it, and the cyclinder I grabbed, frustratingly, broke apart. But it broke apart into marshmallows. I then muttered, as quietly as I could, "Now dad's done it".
I then turned around, as any humanoid creature would, and saw that my bed was, futhermore, marshmallows. I then muttered to myself, a little louder this time, "That must have been why I had such a good sleep. Wait, sleep?". I sat down on my bed, and pinched myself. "Owww!" I quietly exasperated. I then heard my voice echo in every direction. I remembered my dad's tip on what to do when you were hurt. "Slowly swallow something, if you have food near you. If you dont have food, suck it up." I then wondered how I could "Suck it up", until I realized I had food all around me.
The next moment, I had the best experience of my life. The marshmallow I had tried had the perfect ratio of soft to warm. I then had another. And another. And then I had more and more anothers until I realized the situation I was in. I then let out a deafening scream, and was content until I heard the echos. I went to reach for my stuffy, but then realized it was marshmallows. I went up, out of my bed, and ate through the door. The hallway was marshmallows too, complete with a patterned marshmallow carpet. I went to my parents' room, and in my horror, they were marshmallows too. I ran out of the room, and ate out the front door.
Now, I live on a mountain. So in that moment, I was hoping to see a completely normal world. But no, just marshmallows. I was so mad, but so amazed, that I let out ear-screeching screams. Above me, I heard a voice.
"Aye, 'ould you stop 'at?" The voice said. But this was not just any generic NPC voice, it was the man who lived above us on the mountain. "I'm tryna relax!" Now, this may seem like a relief, as someone else was alive. But that man was notorious to us about saying he would curse us. For being loud, for having friends over. But he would always say "Just wait" for the curse to come.