Well, that was one question answered, but I still had no idea where I was. Blackness surrounded me and I felt lost, even more lost than that time I took a wrong turn in Portland, leading me away from my 7th grade field trip group. Thank goodness for cell phones. Speaking of which, I pulled mine out and turned on the flashlight function. I hated the dark, it felt like solitude, like nothing could help you escape from the dangers that lurked around. It absorbed everything and made me want to cry. I didn’t, but I sure yearned to.
Examining my surroundings, a bit closer now that my slight anxiety attack had subsided, I found that it was indeed grass I was standing on. How weird, as this seemed to be some random room, a closet almost, other than the fact there wasn’t anything in here but me. The walls were plain and white and that was all there was. I focused the light up to see where I could have fallen from, but all I found was a white ceiling. How was that even possible? This had to be a dream.
Shining my flashlight around, I noticed a doorknob on one of the walls. The door was so flush to the wall that I couldn’t even make it out. I prayed that it was indeed a door and not a shower handle like in the movie Clue. The things I worried about, I swore.
I headed towards the door and as I moved forward, I felt something hit me right in the forehead, knocking me back a step.
“Ouch!” I placed my hand over my right eyebrow where it had hit. There was going to be a giant lump there, I just knew it. At least there was no blood, at least that I could tell. I shone the flashlight up at it. Sure enough, I missed the only thing in this room, a giant pipe that spanned across the room right in front of the door. Rubbing the slight bruise, I just hoped my luck would get a little better, which seemed unlikely at this point.
I grabbed the door knob. It was cool and smooth, just like a door knob should be, so hopefully this was indeed a door. Saying a slight prayer, I twisted and pulled inward. It didn’t budge. I sighed. It swung out, not in. I always found myself doing that, even if there’s a sign. I took another deep breath and pushed outwards.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. It stung, just as it always did when the sun came out on a rare autumn morning. And for some reason, my left eye adjusted faster than my right. I never did figure out why that was. Once both eyes no longer burned, I couldn’t believe what I saw. The scenery that lay before me was a city, but definitely not the city of Salem that I was familiar with. No, this was something much more magical, like something out of a fairytale.
Giant buildings made of glass and steel towered overhead, disappearing up into the sky, so high it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to. They weren’t the typical straight, rectangular buildings like that of my hometown, but spiraled and bulged out each and every way. If an engineer were here, they would be scratching their head. Even my sister who was majoring in physics would have no explanation. I had never seen anything like it.
The buildings closest to me appeared transparent, where I could see everyone who was in the building, but much of the un-glazed parts of the buildings were covered in vegetation. Ferns, grass, ivy, roses; name it and it was here. I gasped at the fact that all this could exist, and it was spectacular. I wished that more cities throughout the world looked like this. It felt so refreshing compared to the normal concrete and brick. The aura relaxed my mind and soul, and I almost forgot I was in another land.
I stepped out onto the street to find that the roads themselves were also covered with grass, just like the room I had left. It was the most beautiful green grass that I had ever seen, something you would only expect from turf. No weeds, no dry spots; perfect. Along with the grass, flowers of all types lined the streets; blue star creeper, cranesbill, primrose, and that was just the ones I recognized.
Looking forward, I found something even stranger. The people here dressed as if they stepped straight out of a Victorian novel. The women wore frilly skirts and dresses of all types and colors, both bold and neutral. The men wore suits with large top hats and chains looped from their coat button to their pocket, indicating they were carrying pocket watches. None of this was the typical scenery of little old Salem. It'd be pretty cool though, but very doubtful.
I took a few more steps. The grass felt soft under my shoes and I was afraid I was going to step on some blooming flower. As I glanced to see how others dealt with this problem, I noticed they weren’t wearing any shoes. How peculiar.
This place also didn’t smell like a city. It smelt like the forest, or a meadow, no fumes or smog or pollution. My lungs, for once, felt clean and the fresh air felt so great that I wished my home was the same. I could even smell the roses that were across the street because the air was so fresh.
The street was busy, people conversing and walking towards their destination. Laughter and voices echoed through the area. I tried to see if I could get a glimpse
