ChibiMonkey
Why stop dreaming when you wake up?
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"Alexander! Get back here and finish your lessons!"
Ignoring the order from his irritated mother, the blonde male ran into the gardens to escape the nagging and oppression he felt within his own home. He was tired of it, of all of it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy learning, quite the contrary, he loved it. He had an incredibly imaginative and wondering mind that he couldn't stop half of the time, with or without a book to aid him in his hand. However, it was the lifestyle of ten different lessons a day, on top of being nagged about his appearances and to keep them up in front of whatever company they may have over at the time. Which was just about every day they had company, either visiting the house, or they were out visiting others. He wasn't much of a socialite, especially with 'family friends' who in reality were all the same, greedy business men and woman. He didn't understand the need for such insignificant, unwritten rules in his class of family.
Act this way. Don't act that way. You've got another wrinkle in your shirt. Your shoelaces aren't tied evenly, what are you, a slob? Your brother was far better behaved than this. Are you trying to embarrass us? Alex was absolutely sick of all of it. He didn't want to have to stress things when he didn't see why they were important, or having to learn five different instruments on top of all his regular studies, and then additional studies someone of his class should know. Shaking his head to himself, Alex sighed heavily as he slowed down his run as he made it into the maze of a garden that seemed to stretch on endlessly, especially with various bushes and pathways. While it certainly could be a maze, Alex knew every corner of this garden, as it was his favorite place to escape to when he wanted to avoid his lessons or lectures from his parents. Turning the corner around one bush in particular, leading to a dead end that was finished with a large oak tree, a frequented corner in the maze by the blonde as he'd often sit beneath the tree to read, he paused in his step as he reached it, noticing something new.
"A hole? How long has that been there?" he muttered curiously, tilting his head a bit in wonder, before looking around, trying to peer over the edge of the bushes surrounding him like walls for one of the gardeners. He was just a tad too short though to see beyond his immediate surroundings, and he soon gave up, approaching closer to the hole as he knelt before it, setting the fictional book he carried with him to the side as he inspected the hole. Maybe an animal had made it? It didn't seem like a hole for planting that one of the gardeners would have created. Leaning forward on his hands as he tried to peer into it, he pouted at the inability to see a thing. Reaching a hand inside, his curiosity outweighed the possible fear that an animal inside might bite his intruding hand, and he tried to feel around. However, when he did that, he felt absolutely nothing, not even dirt walls on the side of where the edge of the hole were "What the-ah!" he yelped, as all of a sudden he fell in, though how, he didn't know since the hole wasn't any bigger than his head. Or maybe he was sucked inside, like a vortex of sorts - not that that made much more sense either.
At first, there was a lot of screaming. But after about fifteen seconds of that, and not hitting the ground, he got tired of screaming, and more so grew confused rather than scared. Everything was dark all around him, and he was falling for so long he wondered if he was actually falling at all, and perhaps he was flying. After a few minutes though, he could see a light appearing beneath him, and as he rapidly came closer to it, he realized he was indeed falling, and he flailed about in the air a bit in panic at how hard he was about to hit the ground. Objects began to float around him, mirrors, napkins, plates....and instead of falling into the ground, a floating chair seemed to scoop him up so he was seated in it, and then the chair proceeded to gently float down to the floor with a smooth landing. For a good long minute or two, Alex just sat there, dumbfounded. He contemplated if he was dreaming, though the imaginative half of his mind hoped he wasn't. As illogical as it all was, Alex had always been a hopeful dreamer that something more did exist out in the world. Whatever 'more' meant, he wasn't sure, there was no specific definition as to what 'more' meant or held to him. Simply, 'more' than his boring, typical life. Whether 'more' meant vampires and werewolves, or floating chairs and random holes, it was something different...something more.
Finally getting up from the chair, he walked around the small room tentatively. At first he just inspected it curiously, but after a few minutes he realized there was no door. It didn't alarm him too much at first, until he really started to question how he was going to get out of here "Umm...." he hummed out loud to himself, glancing back above him from where he came, into the dark abyss with random floating objects. Was that the only way in and out? Furrowing his brows in confusion, he was momentarily distracted by a mouse scurrying past his feet, causing the blonde's bright blue eyes to distractedly follow it. It scurried across the room, only momentarily glancing up at Alex, before disappearing out a hole in one of the walls. Wait....no, upon further inspection, it was a door. A very, incredibly, tiny door. Large enough for a mouse to fit through, but that was it. Sighing a bit in exasperation, Alex flopped himself back down onto the chair that had so graciously given him a smooth landing in front of a table. Staring at the door with hope it would grow bigger or something, his eyes eventually drifted to the table he sat in front of, before landing on small bottle. "Was that here before?" he mumbled to himself as he picked it up, inspecting it curiously. It was rather small. Perhaps he overlooked it upon his initial landing in the room. Turning the small bottle around, which was about the height of his thumb, he noticed etched onto the side of the bottle two words were written. Drink Me.
Despite all better judgement of ingesting foreign things, he decided to abide by the short instructions, pulling the tiny cork top off with a tiny pop to match the tiny bottle, he drank the liquid. Well, if it was dangerous, it was such a small amount, it's not like it would affect him or anything. Or so he thought, when all of a sudden everything seemed to grow far larger. The bottle in his hand, to the table, to the walls, and the chair he sat in. It wasn't until he fell with a pained groan into the seat of the chair he realized something. Nothing had gotten bigger, he had shrunk. Groaning a bit as he rubbed his sore rear from the landing into the wooden chair, his now tiny body moved to pull himself up so he was standing, looking around. It didn't even register in his head that he was about the size of a mouse now, and that he could fit through that tiny door, until his bright blue eyes landed on it from across the room. Those same eyes then widened in realization, before he hurried over to the edge of the chair, he peered over the edge of it, estimating the length of the drop and how much it would hurt, before he tried to carefully scale down one of the legs of the chair from the corner. Miraculously, he was proud of himself as he managed to make it to the floor without falling, and he then hurried his tiny feet over to the door, both hands wrapping around the now large knob, and pulling the heavy door open.
Upon opening the door and stumbling through it, Alex gazed in awe at all the colors filling his vision. And he had thought his garden was colorful....this scenery put it to shame. Taking a few steps further past the door, he looked around the new outside world he was in. Where was he? Everything was so bright and colorful, he wondered if he was even in the same world right now. His wonder with the land before him was soon replaced by yet another realization; that he was still very tiny. He realized this fact upon seeing a flower next to him that towered over his tiny body, and as interesting as it was to be this tiny, he had to admit, he was ready to be his normal size again. Though he didn't know if that was a possibility in this land he was in. Maybe it was just a thing, that everyone had to be really tiny here? Or maybe whatever he drank was like a pill of sorts, and after a certain amount of time it would wear off? As he wondered how to get back to his original size, he didn't let it stop him from admiring the new world, or land, or wherever this place was, as he wandered through the towering stems of a field of flowers.
