You wake up to a fit of coughing. Recalling how you had ended up here, you make a run for it. And just like how Cinderella makes it out of the castle in time you too make it home, safe and sound.
And up to this date the story of my basement is passed on to generations and generations, still has its place in social media, occasionally appears in the newspapers and still keeps amusing teens and youngsters alike, thanks to you.
p.s. that’s my very first attempt on a short story so i hope you’ll excuse me for my vapid set of descriptions and an unusually futile ending.