I woke up feeling nothing but the softness of my feather stuffed white pillow under me. Resting my head on it felt like resting my head on the fluffy clouds that float up high outside my window. If I had one. My pillow was the only magical thing I had in this rusty old cellar other than my "The adventures of Alice in wonderland's" book. I have had this book ever since I was 8. That's when I was thrown in the cellar. Today I turn 16. I'm still in the cellar.
I shut my eyes again and started dreaming. I was sitting on a tree that was just above a lake. I stared at the lake and admired the beauty and clarity of the water that shimmered like scattered diamonds under the sun that was sinking into the earth. I sat on the tree with a book in my hand, reading while the cool breeze played with my long dark curly hair. I looked up and saw the white Cotton clouds floating right above my head. They looked so close I felt I could reach out and touch them. Birds were soaring high like little paper planes. I suddenly had a flashback of 6 year old me running around in a field, looking up to the sky where I saw a beautiful rainbow coloured kite. I remember then my father came and held me up high so that i can see the kite better. I remember him telling "Nothing is impossible to reach my little angel, you just need to jump higher to reach your dreams". I stretched my hand trying to reach and touch the clouds. I almost felt their softness. Then I fell.
My eyes swung open the minute I fell. I looked around me panicked and realized that i fell off my bed. When i looked at the other side of the room and saw the figure of a women, who in my opinion looked more like the buffalo's we used to raise at the farm long ago, I realized i was pushed off the bed.
