I was really, really, really tired. I had stayed far later than I probably should, I was sure. I glanced at the clock and saw it said 3:49 am and realized that I really should go to bed now. So I put away all my drawing supplies and crawled into my sleeping bag on the floor of my room. My last thought before I drifted off was that I probably should make the anti-magic shell, but I was too tired and I was gone before I could actually do it. I woke up much to early to find myself on a beach, the surf washing over the edges of my sleeping bag. Now normally I like the sea, but when you went to bed in your room, and you wake up on a beach in an unknown location, its only logical that you should be scared. As I looked around I relised how I must have got here. I had neglegted to make my anti-magic bubble. Oops. Oh well, I guess I'll just put it up now and explore this place, after all it's not like I can get back unless some one helps me....Maybe the people here, if there are people, are friendly. So I climbed out of my sleeping bag, and just kind of wadded it up and carried it with me, as I was doing this I realized it had that purple sheen again, "Oh well," I thought to myself, "I guess I'll just have to live with it, and hope no one notices." I wondered how long it would take me to find some one, or for some one to find me.