Daydreamer

Chapter One ~ Bright Lights

I get up out of my bed, and rush down the stairs. I hear my parents laughing, and my little brother jumping around. They were opening presents.
It was Christmas morning, and I could smell everything. The beautiful smell of the tree — which I called "Very Snowy Spruce" — , coffee, and snow. Yes. Snow. I tripped over my festive light blue pajama pants, and I kept warm in my pink, fluffy snuggie.

I greeted my parents, and opened a couple of presents. Then I went to the kitchen to make myself some hot chocolate, but something caught my eye. Of course, I didn't ignore. It was a bright white light coming from the wood behind my home. I walked back into the living room, put on my slippers, and walked out of the house. My parents didn't seem to mind.

I walked behind my house, and took in a long stare at the wood. Looking for the light. I see it. Right in front of me. It moved all around me, playfully. It lead me into the wood, and I followed. The wood was beautiful. The smell of winter filled the air. The light lead me to a clearing.

I saw what seemed to be millions, and millions of white lights flying around. Some flew around me, asking me
if I wanted go play. I just giggled. One of the bright lights was larger than the others, and it was brighter as well. I could almost blindly see miniature wings. I lifted my hand, and held out my finger. The light landed on me, and that's when I opened my eyes.