<<He wasn't sure how he had gotten there or where exactly "there" was. he only knew that he had opened his eyes and instead of seeing the world as he normally would, he saw everything a bit... differently, to say the least. The trees around him were no longer simply green and brown and natural looking but bright shades of purple and blue could be found tangled withing the mess of now vivid leaves and branches. The sky was brilliant and each individual shade was visible in overt blocks of color. The boy wasn't sure what was going on, yet he didn't feel frightened or worried, he simply felt as though he was floating through a dream. A very unusual dream at that. >>
Now, I realize that calling this a short story is a bit of stretch, but I figure that I owe you folks (and by "you folks" I mean the 4 people who read this counting my mom) a story. I suppose I'll keep working on this one, make it a tad bit longer. I'm fairly certain that the boy in this story is the same boy who will later become the Happiness I wrote about a while back.
