She dealt with the problem much like everything else. A sense of detachment that left calmness and peace. She would travel with this Jaxom, and maybe she could find her answers there. But if she were truly in another world, which seemed the easiest explanation, then she would have to start her life anew.
This new world�was it like the world�s within the books she was always reading? Had her wish finally been granted? Was she now playing a role in one of her stories, one of those stories filled with magic and dragons? Her heart leapt at the thought. Perhaps she could start a new life, one where she could be happy�
She sighed and looked into the blazing fire. She did not know exactly what to do. She could not fall asleep, even though her body was sore all over. Her hands traced the letters on the cover of her book, still clasped in her hands. She opened it to the page she had left off and began to read the words.
But her mind would not stay upon the story she read. She kept thinking about where she was, where she had been, where she would go. She closed her book, setting it aside. But as she did so a piece of paper fell out and onto the ground.
She picked up the paper and held it up to the light. It was a photo of her backyard at her home. Green could be seen everywhere in the photo, not a part of the backyard left untouched by the wonderful plants. She enjoyed sitting outside among the plants, reading a book, letting the warm sun bathe her face. But now that was gone. She would no longer be able to sit beneath her trailing ivy, upon her wooden bench, and let the grass tickle her feet. Out of everything she would miss this the most, miss the warm days of peace and solitude in her very own world.
She tucked the picture back into her book and went to sleep.
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