[ WP ] Your character wakes up and discovers his house has been inexplicably moved overnight .

The machinery never stops. It rumbles on through the night, the vibrations make the walls of Long's tiny dorm shudder. The other workers snore and moan in their sleep. Their combined heat leaves condensation on the concrete walls and floor. 
 
 Long lays back in his bunk, the metal bar of the bed frame pressing into his lumbar, the pain a minor throb compared to the clutching agony in his chest. Long counts the minutes until dawn, when shift change will happen and the night shift workers will return from the factory floor and Long and his crew will switch places with them. He counts down each second like a prisoner awaiting execution. 
 
 When the dawn comes there is no pounding on the door from the dorm master. There is no uniform footsteps in the hallway. His dorm mates sleep on. Long tries to enjoy this temporary respite, but the interruption to the routine makes him uneasy. Eventually he rises from his bunk and wanders into the hallway. 
 
 The dorm hallway is gone, the ratlike tunnel replaced by a dark tunnel. At the end is an open door, bright sunlight spilling from the open crack. Long can smell the fresh cut grass and riverbeds of his home town. Long hesitates at the cusp of the door. 
 
 From the other side, Long hears a voice he has not heard since his distant childhood. His grandmother calls to him: `` Do not be afraid, Long. Your shift is over.'' Long steps into the light.
