"What is that noise?" Coraline Jones wondered, getting out of bed to see what it was. Huh. It was just a mouse, the stupid little thing. Wait, where is the mouse going? Coraline ran down her stairs trying to follow it when she came to the door that she had found earlier that day. It seemed to be slightly open, so Coraline, the curious little thing she was, went through the door.
While she was climbing through the tunnel like thing, Coraline was thinking. Was she still dreaming? Or is this some twisted reality? She did not have time to dwell on that because she had finally found the other side of the tunnel. There was a door and it looked exactly the same as the one she had just come through. She looked around and was shocked. The place she had just entered looked exactly like her new home! Coraline then smelled something wonderful and began to wander the house in search of the smell, despite the consequences.
Coraline had finally found the source of the wonderful smell; it was coming from the kitchen. She finally realized that someone had to be cooking and looked up to see who it was. It was her mother? The woman had the same black hair as her and the same face structure, except something about her seemed colder. Coraline then found it. It was the eyes, they were cold, black buttons. She was so intrigues looking at the… were they eyes, that she didn't notice that the woman had spoken to her.
"Welcome home Coraline." The woman had said, whiloe smiling warmly.
Corlaine was confused. How did this woman know her name? This was her home? And most importantly: What is she cooking? Coraline almost forgot to answer she had so many question swirling around, but she finally managed to make out some words.
"You know me?" she asked, tentative.
"Why of course you silly girl!" the woman exclaimed, "I'm your other-mother."
By now Coraline was thoroughly confused and in her confusion was ushered into a chair where food was placed in front of her. All confusions were forgotten as she dug into the food. There was chicken and pasta and all her favorite foods. She had at least two helpings of everything on the table. She had no idea how hungry she was. When she was finished with her food she looked at the other-mother closely. Coraline mostly looked at her eyes though, she could not help it. There was an emotion reflected in them, it seemed like a longing, like there was something missing inside of her. Coraline could also see hunger in those eyes, a hunger that wasn't human.
After the food she was so exhausted that she fell right asleep at the table. She felt herself being lifted and then placed in a soft, warm bed. Coraline realized that for the first time in a while, she had an okay day. Even though she still had no idea what that other-mother thing was. She decided to give into the temptation of a deeper sleep. The last thing that went through her mind was that she wanted to know what else this strange world had to offer.