On the Other Side of Reality
Chapter Three: Home
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.
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Soaking wet and cold, I stood up and prepared my mind to see my greatest longings (It's really weird telling yourself not to scream and faint). I looked around the field that was my backyard. It was just how I always imagined it. There was a huge willow tree on the cliff's edge, and the grass was tall and soft. I thought about how much took place in this yard during my stories, and I wondered if it would all really happen. This thought scared me a little.
As I approached the cottage, I noticed the little back door that I always entered and left the field through. I climbed the three steps to the door and anxiously turned the doorknob. It was locked.
Frantically, I racked my mind trying to remember where I hid the house key, but my body was ahead of me. I literally watched myself reach down and move a loose floorboard. On a chain within, was my key.
I laughed a little as I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. It was then that I gasped. It really was my home.
Things that I never really owned I recognized as mine. I ran through every room.
In the study my diploma hung on the wall. I was a graduate from Dublin City University.
In the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw that I was no longer fifteen, but twenty-three.
In my bedroom, I saw pictures of friends that I never really had, but knew and loved anyway.
The kitchen was cozy and blue, with food all in the cupboards that had little seashell knobs.
The living room had big, cozy, fat, blue couches. One was directly in front of a roaring fireplace. I then noticed how cold I was.
I took a hot shower and put on some fresh clothes that I found in my closet. I jumped onto my warm, cozy bed (with red covers) and fell into content sleep.
Chapter Three: Home
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.
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Soaking wet and cold, I stood up and prepared my mind to see my greatest longings (It's really weird telling yourself not to scream and faint). I looked around the field that was my backyard. It was just how I always imagined it. There was a huge willow tree on the cliff's edge, and the grass was tall and soft. I thought about how much took place in this yard during my stories, and I wondered if it would all really happen. This thought scared me a little.
As I approached the cottage, I noticed the little back door that I always entered and left the field through. I climbed the three steps to the door and anxiously turned the doorknob. It was locked.
Frantically, I racked my mind trying to remember where I hid the house key, but my body was ahead of me. I literally watched myself reach down and move a loose floorboard. On a chain within, was my key.
I laughed a little as I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. It was then that I gasped. It really was my home.
Things that I never really owned I recognized as mine. I ran through every room.
In the study my diploma hung on the wall. I was a graduate from Dublin City University.
In the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw that I was no longer fifteen, but twenty-three.
In my bedroom, I saw pictures of friends that I never really had, but knew and loved anyway.
The kitchen was cozy and blue, with food all in the cupboards that had little seashell knobs.
The living room had big, cozy, fat, blue couches. One was directly in front of a roaring fireplace. I then noticed how cold I was.
I took a hot shower and put on some fresh clothes that I found in my closet. I jumped onto my warm, cozy bed (with red covers) and fell into content sleep.