And then, I woke up. I woke up in my little bed, in my little house, somewhere in Maine. Swiftly turning to my calendar, it was August 12th, 1 day after I want to bed so many years ago. The place I went to was wonderful! It was a paradise. But so many years, and I'm back? Why? This place was not a dream, it was too real. None of the things in this room were familiar. I tried to go back to sleep, but it wouldn't work. Could the place I've learned to call home, be gone? The worrying started. What if I could never go back? I would have to remember this past life. Moms, Dads, Brothers, Sisters. Food. Sleep. Re-learning is a great hassle, especially for a- wait, how old am I? Judging by the mess on the floor, I would say 3. This was a problem, I could see bars. Not crib bars, cold metal ones. Was I a prisoner? I could've sworn that just a second ago I was in my little bed, in my little house, somewhere in Maine. Now in a jail cell?
"Texas state prison" It read on the sign outside. The house was a perfect place, I wish I could go back there, but man, was that smell distracting. The smell of dozens of baked goods overtook me. The sweet smell was so delightful. My bakery was doing just fine. I toughened up after all the bad sales last month. But I couldn't stop thinking about the prison. It was a place I would like to go to.
A family member here to visit? Maybe. But my bakery was the main priority at the moment, I was making good sales. Things were going just fine, until the flour got knocked over.
"Hang on, I'll get some more!" I explained as I climbed up the stairs. So I went up the stairs. And then, I went up the stairs some more. And up, and up, and up, and up. These stairs seemed to never end. The front edges of the steps were beautiful, decorated with tile. They formed amazing and intricate patterns as they got higher. Finally, I arrived at the resort. My resort. Full of beautiful tile designs everywhere and right next to the cool salty breeze of the ocean side. A paradise. And then I woke up. I woke up in my little bed, in my little house, somewhere in Maine.
