Part 5: Waking up...
With a deep inhalation of breath, Jenny's last fading images of her dream, the look of rage painted across the Easter bunny's face as she too realized she was just a figment of the imagination, disappeared into the backdrop of her room, doused in gray.
9:34 AM on a Saturday morning. There must've been a thunderstorm earlier, as the steady patter of rain accumulated against her window. She was snugly in bed, her hair an absolute mess, in her home in Shrewsbury, Massachusetts of the United States, of the Earth; not in Easterworld.
Suddenly she snapped up, and grabbing a jacket, headed into the bathroom where a certain hamster was eagerly awaiting her arrival. In silence.
"Hey Teddyyy~~" She cooed, opening the bars of the rainbow-colored cage to refill the now empty bowl of food. "Aren't you the cutest little fatty butt I have ever seeeenn~~! Come here." She scooped the wide-eyed hamster into the bowl of food as it started hoarding the seeds into its cheeks, purposefully avoiding her eyes. Teddy was a shy hamster.
But she wasn't in her dream.
Even now, the whole memory of it was slipping her mind. That was the thing with dreams; they never stayed long and always seemed to change as you thought about them more. So she stopped thinking about it, and just let her mind wander to the soft plushness of her hamster's butt.
She then decided on something she didn't think she'd have the heart to finish.
A story. She'd document the dream so that she could maybe one day publish it for children. It was a long shot, but at least it would be fun in the process.
Besides, she loved writing. It was cathartic and helped set her mind, sometimes tumbling around aimlessly in her skull, into place for a while. But she hadn't written a single story in years, and for that matter, never finished one before.
After getting up, brushing her teeth, settling her hair, and eating breakfast, she got to work. Jenny's dad wanted it to be a children's book, but knowing Jenny-she could never write something so simple. She needed plot and character development, imagery and snappy one-liners.
She did. She finished the story, and reader, you've just finished it, too.