Clueless to you, you have become your little sister Stacey's study chair. It's the oak brown chair that she uses along with her oak desk in her room. Anyhow, by the time your world stops spinning, you have somehow transported to your little sister's room and cannot help but to stare at the ceiling as you can't move, or even blink.
Since you have a lot of time on your hands, you guess that you should wait for some kind of help. Maybe an hour or two later, there's a sound of door opening and closing from downstairs. You try to scream to get their attention only to find out once again that you are what you would call "inanimate". You only hope that whoever that was downstairs, that they would come up and see you and help your paralysed body.
After another ten minutes, someone seems to have come in the room and after a while from her humming sound, you guess it's Stacey. However, you wonder why she's not doing anything when it's obivious that you are paralysed in her room or something. And then...
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