So, I'm probably going to need to fix this, because I tried to imply that he had fallen asleep and that this was a dream, buuuuuut I'm not entirely sure I did too well a job of that, either way, here goes my 374 words.
WHACK! Floris' vision quickly goes dark, and there is a thud on the ground as he falls limp, knocked out cold.
Floris’ eyes groggily open as he sits up, rubbing a sore on his head. His vision is blurred, but he appears to be at home still. Hmm? What is this, when did I fall asleep, I don’t remember falling asleep, but in order to wake up I must have fallen asleep at some point. Or am I still....I must be dreaming. He thought to himself, looking around. He was still in the Cave of Dark Light, his home, but something felt…off…to him. He looked down, propping himself up on a pair of his vines, moving up to his feet, only to find himself falling again, unable to stop himself before landing face-first on the mossy ground. He somehow got unlucky enough to have his chest land on a small rock, but it was big enough to knock the wind out of him.
Okay seriously, what the hell happened to…wait, is that…? He cut his own thoughts short as a familiar, but unwelcome smell met his nostrils. He panted, having to breathe through his mouth to avoid filling his nose with the smell of the smoke that had made its way into the room. He tried to get up, but he found himself unable to move much.
He strained his head upwards to try and see what was going on around him. All four entrances to the room had been sealed off by flames, and the smoke was quickly filling the room. “This…what is this?” He asked, already struggling to get any clean air into his lungs.
“This is where you die…” a faint, female voice spoke out from behind him, but he couldn’t turn to look at the source of the voice, not that it mattered much, he wouldn’t have turned over anyways.
"It's just a dream, just a dream," Floris told himself as the heat of the flames began to lick his body, scorching his plant-like skin.
The fire began to spread faster than Floris could process accurately, swooping in on him like a bird of prey looking for an easy meal until the flames formed an outline of the plant man’s body. His vision was going dark, and his body was beginning to run out of water and air to use. This surely was going to be his end. As he drew what he knew would be his last breath, and his eyes closing, probably never to reopen again, all he could hope was that this was all just some horrible figment of his imagination.
