“Dylan’s Imagination”

Dylan was a quiet, young boy. It was obvious he was a bit different then the other kids in school, but nobody really paid too much attention to him. Until one day, all eyes where in fact, on Dylan. He was running around the schoolyard at recess pretending to fly an imaginary paper airplane. Which was one of his favorite things to do, he loved to imagine anything he could and he had a huge imagination that is for sure. When all of a sudden a loud bomb echoed across the school yard and bounced off the concrete walls surrounding the outside of the building. Teachers on duty scrambled around to find Dylan head first into the grass, with a small patch of blood that slowly dripped down the tree merely in front of where he was laying. A teacher screamed as she ran back to get the first aid box as another quickly dialed 911. Dylan must’ve lost track of where he was running with his airplane and gone straight into the tall, very wide tree trunk.

 

Dylan felt cold, scared yet at peace. It was dark and he could not see anything for as long as he looked. It was so quiet, he didn’t know who he was or where he was anymore. He started putting his hands out around him searching for anything, he slowly stepped up to fall right down again as he felt he was being pushed by a force. He heard a faint noise in the distance, it sounded like wind whooshing along the leaves of a tree. He felt as though he was in the middle of air, flying or floating while moving, when all of a sudden it all stopped. Dylan sunk down as if he was floating and fell, but it didn’t hurt he felt as though he landed on a pile of marshmallows. Dylan continued to look around, he started to see something in the side of his path of vision, like a circle of bright light which continued to get brighter and bigger very quickly, until it was daylight.

Dylan looked around and beneath his feet, he saw words lining the floor and what looked like a giant window in front of him as well as a huge cup of tea. He looked some more to realize that the floor he is standing on is in fact a page of a book and he was inside the very words. Dylan tried to jump out but he could not, it was like he was a figure inside of a snowglobe and the glass would not let him out, but he could not see any barrier. He had a puzzled look on his face and began to sit down. He looked as though he had given up and thought he’d never get out of this strange place, tears streamed down his face and wet the pages, smearing the letters beneath.

You could not recall the last time you’d picked up a book and actually sat down to read it. So when you purchased a book from the story it was extremely rare, it was a new year and you wanted some change, from work to balancing your kids it gets very time consuming yet boring and you felt the need to spice things up. Although it is funny because you said the same thing last year, when you first bought this book off the self and never opened it. You had just boiled a pot of water and poured it onto a fresh bag of natural chamomile tea leaves and had sat it down alongside your book to steap. You stepped away for a moment to make sure your daughter, Evelyn was asleep as you returned you almost had to just giggle to yourself seeing the tea and book open on the coffee table beside the couch, you felt so old and it was just funny knowing you’d finally get some relaxation time.

As you sat on the couch and began to pick up your book you noticed something odd, two drops of water smeared a word on the book, you thought it might have been your tea as your brought it over and you ignored it and started reading.

 

A few minutes passed and you have already found yourself to be yawning and getting sleepy just by reading the book, you wanted to at least get a chapter done thought so you continue and flip a page. As you do so, you hear a tiny scream almost like a windchime in the distance. You look into the baby monitor to see your daughter fast asleep, and you do not seem to see anything around your home or outside the window. You glance down at your book again and what you see shocks you, making you believe you are hallucinating. It looked almost like a small bug, which is what you thought at first but came to quickly realize it was a very tiny almost microscopic little boy. You swore to yourself as you slammed the book close and quickly threw it into the fireplace. You run upstairs and tuck yourself into bed and under your covers, thinking to yourself why you have never read and why you will continue to never read again.

Just as Dylan could comprehend what he had just seen of the giant looking, brunette woman he felt a hard hit directly on his small, sensitive face. Time felt as though it moved in slow motion he felt strong pressure as though the book was being picked up and carried away, Dylan could barely process what has happened this entire time before he felt the strongest heat on his body he had ever felt, it almost felt like he was being crisped alive yet he did not scream nor wince. Blackness all turned into bright, amber light and Dylan felt so at peace yet deep down really scared. He heard a buzzing and he closed his eyes because it was so loud. When Dylan finally got the courage to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was his mom and a weird looking man in hospital clothing. He looked around to see the buzzed was from his vital machine and he was indeed in a hospital. Dylan looked so comfortable and pain free which surprised the surrounding nurses and doctors, they had just witnessed this young boy wake up from a year long coma. If Dylan had woken up any second later, he would’ve been pronounced brain dead and taken off his machine.