By Pratiksha Naik
Last time I opened my eyes
I found myself in the world of ice,
Wondered where exactly was l
With only ice and ice all by my side.
I walked a few miles, leaving behind footprints,
Pinching myself making sure it wasn’t just a dream.
In the trees filled with snow,
And in the dim light of the sun,
I could see juicy red apples,
My stomach rumbling to have one.
My eyes spotted a small hut,
Its doors were firmly shut.
I went closer and knocked,
In no time the door opened,
I walked into it,
Scared a little bit,
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
I was lying in my room,
The clock struck eight,
And I was late to school.