“Let go of the now!” Wyatt shouted with a stern look.

“S-s-sorry Sir,” Peir said trembling. He snapped the book shut and put it back on the glass shelf. 

“I see you found my book so I tell you now. DO NOT OPEN IT AGAIN!” Wyatt told him turning away. 

Peir watched him walk up the spiral stairs and into an office. 

Picking up the book, Peir checked his surrounds for anyone coming. He then opened the book to read the pages in inside. The first page said, “Warning, do not open. For Wyatt’s eyes only. Peir flipped the page to see beautiful decorations. There was a house with a pink door. It was a yellow house with three bears. There was also a young girl with blond hair. He turned the page and saw a paragraph of writing. “There is a pink door with a gold handle and three bears live inside the house. The house was yellow and surrounded by a jungle. There is one more character that hides till morning. She goes in the house to nap and eat porridge.” Peir read out loud. He then sat down to read more. 

As he sat down, a quill stood in his hands. Peir turned to the closest clean page and began to draw a cottage, lakes with swans, a tree house, a beige path and leaves and gold and silver petaled flowers. 

Once he finished a bird came to Peir with a letter on his back. He picked it up to read what it said. It had a pen and a place for a signature. So, Peir signed it with his signature. “Follow me,” said the bird. 

So he did. Peir followed the bird. It was then that he noticed he was in front of door with his signature on it. 

He opened the door to see his exact drawing. Peir could not believe what he saw: a purple door and a blue house; gold and silver petal flowers; a beige path; and swans in a lake. He span to look to his right and that was when he saw a treehouse like he imagined.
“Am I in my drawing?” Peir said to the bird that had seemed to be gone. `