All A Dream

Polly is a young girl of five years. One Sunday afternoon, just like she does every other Sunday, Polly hangs in a secret clearing.


On this particular Sunday, Polly grew tired during her visit to the secret clearing, so she lay down, closed her eyes and fell fast asleep. When Polly woke up, she felt something funy, sitting on her chest. A tiny little bunny. Polly felt something warm, wet on her hand. She looked to her side. It was a tiny puppy, licking at her hand. She sat up. Over near the flowerbed stood a horse.

Polly got up and rubbed her eyes, then blinked a few times. It was real, as far as she could tell. So, she stood up and brushed herself down, then walked over toward the horse, the puppy and bunny following close behind.

Polly got up on the horse and they begin riding around, then they came to a dark aisle, lined by trees. Polly and the horse turned to go back the other way. Polly looked back. She saw a dark figure. A person most likely. He appeared to be charging toward Polly and the horse. Polly gasped, clenched her eyes closed and quickly looked away.

Polly felt sometthing, someone nudge her. Her eyes open. Above her, gently shaking her was her grandmother. "You fell asleep Polly." Her grandma said. "It was all just a dream." "All a dream." Polly repeated.