Ikea! I am a table! | Autobiography | By 11 year old

One day I woke up and found I was a table. I thought I am dreaming but when I saw myself in the mirror, I realised that I really was a table! I was so shocked.

I was wondering now how will I take bath, eat my food, play?

Soon my house-help cleaned me up with a wet cloth. I had food which was all wood and I played with the plates and glasses kept on me.

After a few hours, everybody sat on the chairs and ate food around me. It was such a happy feeling to be the one around whom everyone gathered.

Suddenly, someone pushed me and I got hurt very badly. My leg broke. My sister put some cello tape on me. It felt like a bandage.

At night, I slept standing on my legs. The pain was much better. The air conditioner was on and I was feeling very cold. Maybe it wasn’t so much fun being a table after all!