My Own Reality

Here I am in reality.

I turn the page,

and I'm in the forest.

Trees lightly dusted with white powdered sugar.

Wearing just pajamas and slippers,

I start walking.

I saunter over logs,

Under low branches.

I see squirrels scurrying up and down trees,

Deer chomping on snow covered needles.

I stop walking and look back.

My footprints have disappeared within the new fallen snow.

I start running.

Not knowing what I'm running from,

just knowing that I need to escape it.

I hear the muffled thump of footsteps behind me,

gaining by every second.

I hear dogs and male voices gaining volume.

I continue running,

Stumbling upon a large castle.

A large wall blocks intruders,

along with a drawbridge,

big and brown in the white forest.

A vague image fills my mind,

almost like something out of a fairy tale.  

As if hearing my thoughts,

the wall opens up,

and the drawbridge falls with loud clicks and a thud.

I pause for a minute.

Waiting. Listening.

I hear men and dogs pursuing me.

Before they have a chance to spot me,

I slip through the gate.

Everything changes.

The snowy path has turned into a broken cobblestone road.

The winter air is gone and replaced by a warm breeze.

I am wearing what seems to be

the clothes of a medieval peasant.

As I peer behind me, the wall has disappeared.

In its place, a bustling village.

Crowded roads, street vendors,

horses pulling carriages,

everyone trying to talk over each other.

I turn around and keep walking.

At the edge of this village,

There's a hill, the path still leading up it.

I continue moving forward,

Coming to the same castle,

Except there is no door, just a doorway.

I trudge through it.

The scene has changed.

Twinkling crystal chandeliers hang from a tall ceiling.

People in flowy ball gowns and old fashioned suits fill the ballroom.

I gape down at my clothes.

A beautiful gold gown and matching shoes replace my rags.

Music plays and people are dancing the waltz.  

A handsome man strides up to me,

Eyes glittering, hand waiting.

I take it.

A pathway parts and we go to the center of the room.

As we dance, the lights start to flicker.

No one seems to notice but me.

But I'm not scared.

The song is about to finish.

My journey is coming to a halt.

The man dips me.

Everything goes dark.

The book has closed.

The. End.

(Till next time)