Imagine the Impossible
One sunny, ordinary morning, a little girl was fishing. Her pa just left to go get more feed and was taking longer than usual to come back. Then suddenly! Something big and heavy caught on her line and started to pull hard. But instead of pulling it out, it pulled her in! And there she went, falling and splashing into the deep, murky lake. She let out a high shrieck just before holding her breath and wrapping her arms tightly around her knees. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. She could tell something was most definitely wrong. There was no painful pressure of the icy water, no darkness.
No, instead there was that vast land of nothingness. She opened her eyes to a bright, blidingly white canvas. No water, no fish, nothing scary at all. But the silence itself was frightening. Where was she?
A soft, blurred image appeared, it was the lake. The lake where she was just at, with the trees swooshing peacefully at the end of the dock.
She imagined it, and it appeared. And that was where she was.
Where was her father? She turned around and imagined her father there, smiling and coming forward to hug her. He called out in a mix of garbled words.
She frowned and closed her eyes to lie down.
She was tired and sleep was all that was on her mind now. She allowed her head to rest on the damp dock and her breathing slowed until no more of those soft calling words could be heard.
Then she froze in her father's arms and ceased to breathe.
