The pen finally left the paper. It had took him longer than he had thought it would and his hand was aching with pain. It had took up a lot of space in the book and his expectations were high. Satisfied with what he had done, he sat up, excitedly jogged towards the velvet curtain and swished it aside joyfully. As he had expected, the door was behind the curtain and Tyler knew that everything was correct. Even the door itself was a small replica of what he had written: a vast winter wonderland with tall trees covered to the brim with glittery snow; huge, round, shiny snowballs waiting to be thrown and columns of snow that he couldn’t wait to make into snowmen. Unable to contain himself, he pushed the door open.

Before he could even blink, Tyler knew he was heading for disaster. A humongous avalanche of snow was about to cascade down and even if he wasn’t killed by the huge blur of white falling on him he would suffocate to death; or even worse freeze to death. With his eyes glued open and and his mouth filled with what felt like water, but was actually his own vibration. He regretfully closed his eyes for what would be the last time…