He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling of wood. The wooden panels were beginning to rot & the wood had holes where sunlight would peek through. He felt a little sick & when he got up to look around he was terribly off balance. But he felt fine, no fever, no headache. Maybe it wasn’t him seemed to be tilting back & forth, to & fro. As if it were a boat on a sea of rocky waves. After managing to stay upright for a few steps he finally made it to the door. Again it was made of slightly rotten wood that squeaked when it opened. Beyond it was a dark staircase with a door at the top. It smelled of old wet books. Step by step he reached the top & peeked through the keyhole. The sun was bright & shiny & there were 5 things bustling about tying & untying ropes. He waited there for some time & there was a bell, immediately the area cleared out & he stepped out into the open air. Not far away was a railing & after a quick trip on a nail he was able to peeked over the edge &saw fluffy white clouds of popcorn below.