It was already nine pm and I was exhausted from a long day of first grade, and playing make-believe with mom and lil sis. Mom made me get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and got into my Princess Belle PJs. After I got into bed, I called out for Mom to come read me my bedtime story.

"Mommmm I'm ready for story time" I called out 

"Coming, just give me a minute Nina"

"Okay Mom"

I sat in bed, staring up at the ceiling, with Mia in one arm, and my storybook in the other, waiting. Mom finally came to read me my story after what felt like hours.

"Alrighty, I'm here Nina what story shall it be tonight"

"Can you read me the story about Snow White and the Seven Dwarves?"

"Again?" Mom asked 

"Yes, Mom, I just like the story," I said turning a brow 

"Okay then, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves it is," she said, as she accepted the picture book from my hand. She read me the story, for what must have been the millionth time, but I still enjoy it every time. After mom finished the Snow White and got to the happy ending, my favorite part, she started to tuck me in though I was already under the covers. She tucked me in even tighter. 

"Good night Nina," she said as she kissed my head and started to leave the room 

"Good night Mom" as I suddenly found my pillow to be even more comfortable. 

 

 I was sleeping when I was stirred by a small rumbling sound, I turned on the lamp on my table bedside. When I first heard it I thought it was the washing machine, or what I like to call, the forbidden portal of clothes. The sound got a little louder, and what seemed to be a little closer. When my eyes adjusted to the lamp light I saw a little green leaf on Mia's head. It must have gotten stuck to her head when we went out earlier today. Mia and I went to the park to play with the other kids, and to let Mom talk to the other moms. 

Just then, I saw a long green stem with a yellow flower on the end. I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake myself up. When I opened my eyes again, the flower was still there, seemingly looking down at me. I got up, out from under my warm blanket with Mia, to inspect. I looked down at the floor, where the flower seemed to be growing from, to see that it was growing straight from the floor. It started to grow more and more as I looked at it. The fern and grass grew longer, and the vines started to grow thicker and stronger. Within seconds, the vines wrapped around my bed frame, tightly coiling around the bed posts and wooden legs. I heard them crunch from the pressure of the vines.

 

I held tightly onto Mia, someone has got to protect her from this strange madness. 

 

"Mom!" I screamed "Mom!". There was no response. I screamed again as loud as I could this time as the vines pushed my bed upwards, lifting it off of the ground, still no response. I was on my own for this, with Mia of course. The rest of my room was almost completely normal except for a few clovers spontaneously sprouting up around the other furniture. My bed was now what felt like a few meters off the ground, as the vines seemed to push my bed up further. I grabbed Mia and decided to jump off my bed when suddenly the vines stopped growing upwards and started to bloom flowers of different kinds. It was beautiful, all different colors and sizes of flowers blooming on a single vine. I reached out and touched it, the petals of the flowers were so soft compared to the stiff vines that held them. I looked at their beauty for a moment, then looked around to the rest of my room, only to see that the rest of the furniture in the room had its legs wrapped around with vines and for small flowers and ferns growing around them. Before I entirely realized it, my whole room had become a garden in what felt like a few seconds. It was like a fairytale of my own, surrounded by a real, colorful, garden. I rubbed my eyes, hard, to make sure I was seeing things right and that I was in the right place. I opened my eyes to the same greenery. My room no longer looked like my room. I pinched myself to make sure I was entirely awake. I put Mia beside me as I looked down the side of my bed, holding on to the edge of my bedside, to see the plants holding my bed up in the air. My hands and body slipped as I felt a vine slowly growing onto my hand, I fell off of the bed, Mia's plush eyes looking down at me, when everything went black. 

 

I, soon, woke up on the floor, on top of my fluffy grey carpet, and my bedside lamp still lit. No vines, no ferns, no flowers, everything was in its place. The books in the shelves, the bed on the hard floor, bedposts intact, and my bedside table still standing strong. Nothing seemed to have moved at this early hour, except me, and Mia was missing.