You’re still more than a little distracted by the thought of the talking chipmunk as you run away down the stone path. In fact, you’re so distracted that you don’t notice a loose stone that’s been pushed up by a tree root. Before you know what’s happening, you trip and go flying through the air about to crash face first into the ground…
…but you don’t land. You keep on falling and falling for what feels like forever. Then everything goes dark.
When you come to, the fading sun has turned the sky above you brilliant shades of pink and purple and orange.
Around you, the woods are gone.
You are on the ground next to the swing set at the park. The park you never made it to.
As you walk home, you can’t help but wonder if any of it really happened. Perhaps it was just a dream.
