Stuck in a Book

When I opened my eyes

To words on a page,

A swirling vortex gaped wide

And swallowed me up, bones and cartilage.

Lost in a world

Where dragons exist.

“Won’t you have some potion?”

All wizards insist.

And suddenly I am

Hurting through space.

Travelling around the galaxy

At Earth’s fastest pace.

I ram into a seat

Head spinning and arms bound,

Blindfolded and ready to be executed

At a trumpet’s first sound.

And yet, soon after,

I was alive and free.

Running through a meadow,

Vast and evergreen.

Not much later do I

Hear a knock on the door.

It was rather queer

As doors don’t exist in a meadow.

Coming back to my senses,

Around the room I look.

No remnants of fairy tales to be seen,

Just my mother, towering over me and my book.