I am alone in the forest. A brown mouse bit me and ran away.
I tried to chase it and put down my foot. It sunk below the ground.
The more I struggled to free it, the deeper I sunk.
Soon it reached my mouth, my eyes, my nose, my ears.
It consumed me whole.
When I opened my eyes, the forest was upside down.
Strange shadows loomed in every corner, watching me.
The wind howled and caressed my face, touching me.
The shrubs and lakes twist and turned as I blinked, taunting me.
Where is this place?
I saw that same mouse again. It jumped up into the lake and vanished.
Without thinking, I ran and leaped in after it. What happens to me now?
Bright lights flashed before me and it became difficult for me to breath.
Am I drowning or floating? This I cannot tell for my eyes starts to blur.
I must be dying, I thought, and shut my eyes for a quick moment.
When I opened my eyes, my head was strangely dipped below water.
Is this a dream?
I inhaled the water and started to choke. I pulled my head out, fast.
It is not a dream.
I looked around, breathing heavily, and spat to rid the water from reaching my lungs.
I looked down. Body still in one piece. Still standing on solid ground.
I was not in the forest, nor was it upside down.
I am alone in the swamp. There were no mice to be found.
This imagination of mine, it never sleeps.