Stranded
I wake up alone and I have noticed that I am not home.
I hear the ocean crashing and I'm trying to remember what happened.
I start to panic in fear because no one is near.
But then I see hope and start to gloat.
I run to the object and see that it's a boat.
I ran inside and then started to cry because there is no way that I even know how to drive.
But I do not care because I have got to get out of here so i must up my courage and put it in gear.
If it was not for that boat there would be no hope so thank god that I am on my way home.
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