1015 hours
I opened my window to a cloudy blue sky and deep green meadows. Not too far from my window was the sand-white shore and rich blue waters of a beach.
'Beach?' I thought. 'I don't live near a beach.'
Before I could think any more of it however, the blue waves overlapped the entire shore, running its course over the green meadows and finally stopping at the space beneath my window.
The water level, luckily, was not high enough to spill into my room. But it was close enough for me to observe it: the waters were a deep blue, I knew, but the colour of it was unlike anything I've seen before; it was much more similar to the colour of the ocean's deep waters, not far above from where anglerfish prowl, than its shallow ones. It looked as if my hand could disappear into the waters if I had dipped it in.
Leaving the window open, I turned back to my room. Kneeling down a little farther from the windowsill, I unclasped the lock and opened up a trapdoor in the room's floor.
It, the trapdoor, was roughly square in shape and made from planks of wood that were rough in comparison to the lacquered floor of my room. It had a small lock at the lip of it.
When I opened the little door, I saw that it led to the outside of the house, to the space beneath my room. (For a little clarity, my back was towards the area where the beach shore was. That means that the North side, the one that I was facing, was where the rest of the green meadows extended while the South side was leading down to the ocean.)
There were multiple large roots crawling across the ground, from the North going towards the South. The ground itself looked solid as earth but was coloured white with a faint yellow tint, similar to the shore of the beach. There was a blackwood bench down there too; its colour matched that of the crawling roots exactly. It had been built over the ends of some of the roots, nearby and to the left of the trapdoor.
On the dark surface of the bench was a pop of colour: a bright orange fish. Its stillness suggested that it was just a toy, one that looked to be just a little longer than the size of my hand.
Turning my head from left to right, I found a second toy. It was a small lion, yellow in colour and with a sparse light brown mane. Its body was long and slender, about the width and length of my forearm. Its small form laid between two roots, almost blending into the yellowish ground.
I woke up.
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The Book of Ineffable Dreams
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