The grass tickled my soles, while I walked next to the stream. The sound of water and local animal life was gentle. I got into the creek and waded through the mud. It was hot, and the sun was just rising. Tadpoles and newts were collecting in the pond area, so I got back to the grass. I headed towards the big weeping willow and sat down. The tree’s crown made a big enough shade, so multiple creatures could sit underneath it. I put the tote bag down and relaxed my shoulders. A bird chirped somewhere over my head and the leaves rustled. The valley was filled with flowers such as bluebells and daisies.
I rested against the tree and pulled out the book. I flipped through the pages as I felt sleep taking over me. Likewise, I couldn’t stay up for a long time, so I just dozed off. I dreamt of faraway lands and doors, weird biscuits and bottles. I was woken up by someone shaking me. The sun was already setting and oh my god I have slept through the whole day. When I got to my senses, I turned my head to the way, where the muffled groaning and kicking came from. There stood a white rabbit. Dressed in a tuxedo. With a pocket watch. To make things more unusual, he was talking. He was complaining about him being late. Late to what? My thoughts were cut short as the rabbit kicked my leg again. I got up ready to go when he hopped away. Okay, what just happened? I stretched my legs and started making my way home.
As I lay in my bed, I couldn’t help but wonder what today was about. I’ll explore that tomorrow. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed about doors and cookies, the white rabbit, and a man who invited me to a tea party.
The morning went smoothly as I again went under the willow. I rounded it and searched for the place where the rabbit might have disappeared. A hole that I have never seen before came out from the roots as I pushed the grass apart. Taking a closer look, it took no time to realize that the hole is big enough, so a human could fit through. Not thinking much, I left the bag by the tree and decided to explore. I dived headfirst and found myself falling. The hole grew in size and I fell through rooms. In the dirt, a piano was half stuck. I hit the bottom fairly painlessly. I looked around to find sets of doors, but without the matching keys. However, I couldn’t stick around, I had too many duties to do. Dinner can’t cook itself. I’ll do the real exploring tomorrow. I turned around and found ladders heading up to the top. Furthermore, I started going up, this time having a better look at the rooms. A nice mid-century living room and a cottage kitchen. When I finally saw the light between the roots, it was the moonlight. Walking home over the clearing was peaceful but confusing. I was unsure of what happened, but it was comforting. I made dinner, we all ate, and I got up to the bed, got under the covers, and made the plan for tomorrow.
As the early sun started creeping up from the horizon, I hurried out of the house before it got too hot. The creek was almost dry, and it was easy to cross it. I reached the tree and settled my things right by the stump. Circling the tree, trying to find the hole was impossible. The grass was thick, and the insects were not helping. But to my surprise, there was nothing. No entrance, not even a slight indication that yesterday’s event even happened. I slumped down against the tree bark.
Having tomorrow. Such a dangerous comfort.
