It was dark. She stood near the fireplace and slowly opened the yellow book which shined like gold in front of the blazing fire. She smiled as she read each page of that book. All the things that she had dreamt of began to weave its magic in front of her eyes. A small tear slowly made its way down gracing her pale cheek.
She suddenly heard a voice, “Alice, where are you?”
She looked at the book for one last time and wiped her tear hurriedly.
“Oh you are here. I searched you everywhere.”
She turned, looked into his eyes and thought, “Maybe realities are much better than fairy tales.”
She slowly loosened her grip and let the book make its way to the fire.
