a little bit of fiction

I woke up.  Where was I?  I did not recognize the birds chirping or the room I was in.  What happened last night?  All I could remember was going to bed in my bed in my room in my house.  I was not in any of the above now.  I might as well go outside and look around, it is morning after all, I thought.  I walk through the dark house I was in as quietly as I could as to not disturb the silence.  When I got out side I gasped.  I was not in New York anymore.  I might not even have been in the U.S.  I was surrounded by jungle like trees, tall and covered in vines.  I could hear something that sounded like monkeys somewhere.  I decided to continue even though I was freaking out.  People don’t just go to sleep in one place and wake up in another place.  What had happened last night?  Soon I came to a beach.  I decided to follow it and see where it led, maybe to a town or something.  After a while I noticed a set of footprints going the same direction I was.  Then I saw two sets of footprints.  After a while a sickening thought occurred to me.  I looked closer at the footprints and saw that they were a match.  Then I looked at my own footprints and saw that they were also a match.  I had been following my own footprints which meant I was stuck on some island in the middle of the ocean.