... I was surrouned by inky blackness as the cavern I was in was so large that the light didn't penetrate to the edges of the empty space.  I turned my head from side to side, desperately trying to work out from which direction the slight breeze that I had felt was coming but to no avail. I couldn't feel it anymore in this carvernous space.  Then, just as I was about to give in to despair, my blood turned to ice as I heard a scratching sound from above.  I very slowly looked up, not daring to shine the flashlight up as I didn't really want to see what had caused that noise.  And then, quivering in my back-and-forth sneakers, I ...

... a totally white, snow-covered world!  Huh????  And the killer koala was nowhere to be seen.  I slowly turned around but nothing but a white nothingness greeted me as far as I could see in every direction.  There wasn't even a sun in the purple ... purple? ... sky.  Nothing but purple sky and a blindingly white world.  Not a single tree, or house, or blade of grass.  Not even a single cloud.  How weird was that?  But... hold on... is that... yes, I think it is!  But surely not!  What ...

... come to a dead standstill upon hearing a susurration coming from directly behind me.  I dread to think what's making that quiet sound.  I'm all alone in this white wilderness.  I take what little courage I have left in my hands - well, what choice did I have? - and slowly turn my head, millimetre by millimetre, only to be confronted by a very small swarm of bees.  Thank heavens there are only 6 of them!  Problem was, they were HUGE!  Bigger than flying killer koalas!  Damn, I knew I should have zigzagged instead of making that beeline for the igloo!    Why had I let my stomach overrule my better judgement?    I just stand there, not daring to take my eyes off these creatures from my - anyone's - worst nightmare, and ...

(Sorry about the novel but as soon as I read "I make a beeline to the igloo", the picture of a line of bees following me came into my head and I just had to write the whole scene )

... fluffy white Mr Marshmallow Man!  What the...????  Mouth agape, I ...

... he just wants to wrap me up in those big marshmallow arms of his and squeeze me until my very last breath!    I'd suffocate in all that fluffy, sugary whiteness!    I suppose it must be really lonely, here in this white wilderness all by yourself, just baking cookies in case someone - anyone - comes knocking.    No, on second thoughts, it looks more like he's salivating at the thought of eating me!  And he's blocking the doorway!    How on earth am I going to get out of this one?    And where am I supposed to go anyway?    So, I surreptitously fill my bottomless pockets with yummy cookies and ...