Favorite Thing In My Room

Above my bed there is a jar of fireflies. Every night as I drift to sleep I watch them flicker and light up the room. Tonight as I look upon them, my eyes start to close, but they are opened abruptly by how much light is now in my room. I gaze up to the jar to see it full of light. I sit up and grab it in my hands, it appears as though the fireflies have multiplied and to a great number.

This can not be though, the fireflies in this jar they are not alive. I take the lid off of the jar to take a closer look. As soon as it is opened they fly out, hundreds of them soar across my room. There is one left at the bottom of the jar and it flies out slowly. I reach my hand toward it and it lands upon my finger. The others come closer and land upon me. I was almost scared, but they lifted me, all of them, together.

They stared flying toward my wall. Now I was worried I had a painting upon my wall and we were going to crash into it. I closed my eyes, ready to fall onto my bed, but instead felt a breeze upon my freckled face. It was cold and sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a forest.

It was night and everything looked blue. The moon shone above my head bright and white. The fireflies were still carrying me flying me through this wood. It looked just like the painting in my room, only it was real. I looked below me and saw the stream all light and yellow as it rushed across the tiny hills.

The fireflies flew me down closer to the water and I reached out my hand and felt how cold it was. After I lifted my hand back up the bugs soared high. We went through the leaves of the trees and looked down at world below us. It all looked so real but then we turned around and all that was behind us was my bedroom. I looked back over my shoulder and saw this world stretch as far as my eyes could see. But as I gazed it faded away, and now was nothing but a painting on the wall of my room.

I did not have enough time to look at my room itself though before the bugs flew me again into a painting. This one was all purple I had painted it after a book that I had written. We glided through the canvas and I saw all of the majesty that was my Glass Kingdom. There was an orange river flowing through the blue grass. And before my eyes was a giant castle made entirely of glass.

I looked up trying to take in the entire thing so many towers all of them glimmering in the light of the giant moon overhead. We flew through to the castle gates and I could see though the entire castle, but as we flew through the doors the palace was made of stone. I could no longer see out not that I wanted to. All around me there were treasures; gold, silver, tapestries on the walls, and all of the elegance that a castle should have.

The fireflies flew me into the throne room and there was a beautiful woman sitting on one of the chairs. She looked like she was made of porcelain but I knew who she was and she was not good.

"Let us leave," I whispered to the fireflies and they listened. We turned to leave just as a big man walked in and said,

"My love the children are in the mountains." They stood together and left.

The fireflies flew me away from the room and out the castle doors. We flew to the river and followed it past the forest where the elves reside, past the waterfall where the faries fly, and up to the mountains. The mountains were purple and all capped with snow. They flew me down to a blue grassy meadow where there was a cabin with five children outside of its doors.

"I know what happens now," I said to the bugs. For I did I wrote the book did I not? But they floated me down and set me on my feet. They nudged me forward so I walked.

"Alright now how about someone go and open the door,"Quentin said. I felt weird but the bug shoved me forward and I reached out my hand pushing the boy Clarence who then reached out and opened the door. The fireflies lifted me again and we soared up into the dark purple sky.

'I really am apart of my book now' I thought to myself as the fireflies flew me once more back into my room.

I expected them this time to put me down we had already had so many great adventures for the night. They did not and instead flew me into one last painting the one above my head. We were in a field of yellow flowers and they set me down. I looked at my hands and feet to notice that I was in black and white. I was wearing my white nightgown and my skin was a dull gray color. The fireflies started to spin around me and so I spun too. My dress poofing out and my hair whipping around my face I closed my eyes and smiled.

That is the way we stayed me spinning and the fireflies circling around me blending in with the yellow flowers. I opened my eyes to see my room. The paintings still on the wall and my favorite jar of four flickering fireflies still above my head