I'm still laying here, after probably what I assume is 60 hours and counting. The room is still dark; I haven't seen daylight in a long time. And, for once, my heart seems to turn in my tiny little chest, filling my small body with fear.

"I don't want to be stuck here!" I scream, begging and pleading, hoping someone will find me locked away in this horrible little place. I whimper, fear gripping my lungs now. I can't seem to calm down; to let loose and let my relaxation start.

"Sixty hours is too much! Please, let me out!" I squeal again, my voice raising higher and higher, stressing the fact that I wanted out! I began rolling around, knocking into things, turning organized piles into unorganized piles of crap.

I whimper, rolling more and more, until I can't move anymore. I'm tangled in something, wrapped up tight. Suddenly, I'm being flown forward, knocking my little feet into a block of solid Oak wood.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you! Now, please free me from here!" I gasp in pleasure, staring up at the person's big beady eye. But, my voice is muffled as a hand suddenly closes around my little form.

Can you guess what I am?