she was driving home one night after work. she didn't think the roads were too bad but she lost control. all she can remember is skidding off the road into a ditch, then everything went dark.
she wasn't supposed to wake up in another world.
every...
The rain had always been a friend of mine. It washed away all the tears and lulled me to sleep. The comfort it brought me was like no other. From even the night I was born, the rain was there. Was it truly a coincidence that on the night of my undoing, it was also raining? The rain and I were supposed to be friends, why would it cause me harm now?
Everyone at work had warned me to just wait till it let up, but I didn't think the roads were going to be this bad. I had been having a miserable day and was ready to get home. But as I lost sight of the road, I realized I should've taken my coworkers' advice and waited it out. It was in this moment of time I had come to the realization that this rain was no friend of mine.
I tried to keep control of the vehicle while simultaneously being blinded by all the chaos. The only moments of clarity were the lightning bolts, striking left and right, illuminating the night in terrifying flashes. As one came down in front of the car, I lost all control and went careening off the road into a ditch. In those last moments before colliding with a tree, I only wished for one thing.
Books were my escape from our crumbling world. They provided me with a false hope of something better than this world. I had always wished to live inside their worlds instead of my own, and by the grace of the storm or my dying wish, I got everything I thought I ever wanted as darkness pulled me into her embrace.
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Butterflies. A beautiful creature that proves with the right amount of time and environment, things will change for the better. Fluttering across my face was a small blue butterfly as if it intended to wake me up, I found the strength to slowly open my eyes. While my eyes adjusted to the light, I was graced with a bewitching wooded area. I was laying in a grassy area filled with wildflowers of all colors and sizes, and trees climbing toward the blue sky.
It was a comfortably warm summer day, but as I looked further around for my car and evidence of how I even managed to get out, I found nothing. No car, no sign of a road, or even a crash altogether.
When I finally pushed myself to stand, I wandered to the edge of the wooded area into a small clearing. At that moment, it felt as though all the oxygen had been stolen from me. I was looking upon a land I knew of only in bedtime stories. I had somehow ended up in Middle Earth and in front of me was the quaint city of Hobbiton.
In the distance, there were rolling green hills littered with even more colorful wildflowers and on the hillsides were an array of different colored round doors. In front of each were different varieties of gardens. A few people were tending to their gardens but most were walking through the crisscrossing pathways throughout the houses, in the middle was a market with several stands. Most were filled with all kinds of delicious-looking food, but some stands looked to be selling clothes and other knickknacks. On the other side of the market was a huge oak tree, a group of people were underneath hanging decorations and setting out platters of food across mismatched tables.
