The Key

As a kid I was hooked on "Once upon a time" stories. Every princess, king or hobbit had caught my attention and had me sink into their world for hours and hours at a time. I would take an fairytale book and dive right in.

One day I was reading one of these books while moving my arm aimlessly along the wall above my bed. I was stroking the wall as if I was touching the flowers of the imaginary world of the book I was reading. Suddenly I felt a small bump in the wall. I had laid the book down and looked carefully at the bump in the wall.

I then took a screwdriver from my dad's office and started chipping the lime off while trying to excavate what was inside the wall. Trying to find out what had formed a bump in the wall just above my bed. About two inches down the window and twenty inches left to my pillow.

As the lime came down I could already notice a shiny spark coming out of the wall and that got me digging in even more forcefully. Until I had found, shoved inside a secret hole in the wall, a golden key with a folded paper on which a map was drawn.

I had found the key to dreamworld.


—Time's up—