once apon a time...

Once upon a time there was a girl. She lived in a charming cottage made of frosting and candy in the middle of a lush forest. Her eyes had never opened and her lips never moved. Not a single person knew how to wake her. So she kept on sleeping, until one morning when she arose from her deep slumber. She looked around but moldy candy and crusty yellow frosting replaced the once beautiful house. She looked at her father for encouragement, but all he did was blow her a kiss. When the kiss touched the moldy house the walls came crashing down. She ran out of the house, afraid of becoming crushed by the now heavy walls.
Outside, the once familiar forest had become foreign and bleak. The typical sound of birds chirping was replaced with jagged noises. �I have to find something familiar,� she said to the strange new forest �I just have to.� So, she wondered through the forest and soon found that she was lost. Then she reached the end of the forest but instead of the village she always knew, she found herself walking down a crowded street. The strange black buildings looked down on her nudging, coxing her to leave. Maybe someone around here knows where I am she thought. She looked to the nearest person, but he was made of paper. She turned to the next person but she was not real either. All the people looked identical. She set out to leave the strange city and blew the paper people a kiss goodbye and watched as they all blew away. They looked like snow against the deep blue sky.
She kept walking until she came to a hill at the very top of the city where she could see for miles. When she reached the top she saw the world for what it really was, a dark cold nothingness. The people had no faces and seemed to have puppet strings. They only did what the �puppet master� told them to do; they had no minds of their own. All the buildings looked as though they had been cloned. She looked further than the dark city and saw where her candy cottage once stood. There was already another building there, just like the others, black, cold, tall and mysterious. Am I the last person on this planet who can think on his own? The girl thought tossing her brown hair behind her shoulder. Is that why the buildings seemed to want me to leave?
Her eyes snapped open and she looked around at the white walls and familiar black bed. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She was home. It was all just a terrible dream she thought. How long had I been sleeping? It feels like it has been forever since I woke up. Or was I ever really asleep?