You reach for a broom and follow the busy little white rat out of the room into the spacious halls of what might be a palace or fancy hotel.
"The rest of the staff is already hard at work," the rat squeaks. You glance around and soon start to notice other rodents. Some are clinging to the walls while they dust. Some are dragging carts filled with dust bunnies, and a few are walking on stilts while they clean the higher portions of the room. The rat indicates a room to the left. "In there. You are tall enough to take care of that on your own, I think."
And with that it rushes off to oversee the other rodents.
You enter the room and find yourself facing a royal bed chamber. There is a grand, four poster bed carved out of living cherry trees in full bloom. The pink blossoms fill the room with an intoxicating aroma. There is a skylight above the bed but the light filters through the petals before it reaches the mattress below and by the time it touches the coverlet it has become soft and pink. The bedclothes are so fluffy and soft that they appear made of clouds. . . which, considering that the bed is made of living trees, is a distinct possibility. All around the room are glowing orbs of pink, blue, and purple light, which dance lazily like moths in the twilight.
You approach the bed and lie down upon the cover. The frothy bedding envelops you as you sink into the cushy surface. You close your eyes. The room has a sound to it: a low, melodic hum, that whispers you to sleep.
You are barely aware of it when the owner of the bed enters the room. You sense that she is tall and elegant and she looks down on you with an amused smile.
"You are far from home and this is not your room," she chuckles quietly. "Continue to rest. I will see you home."
Before you can fully awaken she touches your forehead and you fall back into a deep slumber. When your eyes finally do flutter open you find that you are in your own bed, in your own home. There is no fairy land. No quest. Perhaps you dreamed it all. Perhaps you never left your bed in the first place.You roll over and sleep once more, hoping to find your adventure again.
The End
"The rest of the staff is already hard at work," the rat squeaks. You glance around and soon start to notice other rodents. Some are clinging to the walls while they dust. Some are dragging carts filled with dust bunnies, and a few are walking on stilts while they clean the higher portions of the room. The rat indicates a room to the left. "In there. You are tall enough to take care of that on your own, I think."
And with that it rushes off to oversee the other rodents.
You enter the room and find yourself facing a royal bed chamber. There is a grand, four poster bed carved out of living cherry trees in full bloom. The pink blossoms fill the room with an intoxicating aroma. There is a skylight above the bed but the light filters through the petals before it reaches the mattress below and by the time it touches the coverlet it has become soft and pink. The bedclothes are so fluffy and soft that they appear made of clouds. . . which, considering that the bed is made of living trees, is a distinct possibility. All around the room are glowing orbs of pink, blue, and purple light, which dance lazily like moths in the twilight.
You approach the bed and lie down upon the cover. The frothy bedding envelops you as you sink into the cushy surface. You close your eyes. The room has a sound to it: a low, melodic hum, that whispers you to sleep.
You are barely aware of it when the owner of the bed enters the room. You sense that she is tall and elegant and she looks down on you with an amused smile.
"You are far from home and this is not your room," she chuckles quietly. "Continue to rest. I will see you home."
Before you can fully awaken she touches your forehead and you fall back into a deep slumber. When your eyes finally do flutter open you find that you are in your own bed, in your own home. There is no fairy land. No quest. Perhaps you dreamed it all. Perhaps you never left your bed in the first place.You roll over and sleep once more, hoping to find your adventure again.
The End
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