The gentle fog of sleep fails to lull me back in its embrace and I drift awake in my bed.
I take a few moments to gather my bearings and observe my immediate surroundings. Everything seems to be in order. The walls are still there, the ceiling is still a bit dusty and there were some cobwebs here and there that needed cleaning. The television and the electric fan were both off, though. I wonder why.
I order my body to move and it does. Quite easily, in fact. I think nothing of it and move on.
I move to sit on the side of my bed and look around. Hm. They must still be busy then. Oh well. I stand up and walk towards the door. Some fresh air will do me good while I wait for them to get home.
The door is already wide open when I get there. And…
And there’s a huge house right outside of it.
I crane my neck up, but I still could not see the edge of the roof of the house. I slowly walk up to it, entranced.
The big house is made entirely of wood, with tall, intricately-designed windows that look like they were created by expert carvers. I stare in awe at the fine wood finish and cannot even begin to imagine the sheer skill it must’ve taken to build something like this.
I stop at the front door and raise my hand to knock, but it opens by itself even before my knuckles touch the surface.
A voice comes from the inside:
“Oh, there you are! We’ve been waiting for you.”
It sounds familiar.
“Come in, it’s warmer here.”
I smile, and went inside.
|Originally written: April 14, 2023
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