One night, I couldn’t sleep. It was around midnight when there was silence all around.
My grandmother said that when it s very quiet it was called the witching hour. It is a time when anything magical, including witches, wizards and fairies, come out to play.
I got out of bed, walked to my window and drew the curtains.
The moonlight shone brightly on my face.
I saw a tall black figure moving across the streets. It was as tall as Paris’ Eiffel Tower. In a split second, it appeared in front of my room window.
It broke my window and grabbed me. I screamed loudly as I was being kidnapped.
It put me in its pocket and walked out of town. Soon, it started to gallop fast into the night carrying me to a land of nowhere. The tall black figure was going so fast that it felt like flying. Then he stopped and put me on a rock.
He snapped his finger thrice and suddenly a mythical and magical garden appeared in front of my eyes. It was unbelievable.
Everything was two times bigger than me. I wandered and I saw the enormous flowers in bloom. There were huge plants all around.
Suddenly, I heard in the distance my name being called. And as I moved, I saw my mother calling out my name by my bedside. Soon, I realised that it was merely a dream.Even though I was still safe in my house, everything seemed surreal. Hopefully I will be able to go back to the Land of the Giants in my dreams again. — By Debria Preethi Jeyarajah, nine.
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