大象传媒

By Zarah Goff

You know when you wake up and feel a bit strange? Well that was me last Monday when I woke up with the strangest feeling. It was a tingling, sparkling feeling that started in my big toes. I looked down in wonder at the tiniest pieces of the shiniest gold glitter dancing in unison up and down my sleepy legs.

It was as though I was waving a magic wand at myself and saying abracadabra. Only there was no magic wand and I hadn't said "abracadabra". At that moment a brilliant clinging sound chimed three times and the heavenly glitter started to dance off my legs, over to the opposite end of my room where it started to create the most opulent, solid gold door just in front of where my desk was.

I felt my body being forced and pushed towards the golden door. Without me realising, my shaking hand reached over and twisted the robust, gold handle. I peeked inside and could not believe my eyes.

I stepped inside a land made entirely out of gold. When I say made entirely out of gold, I mean made entirely out of gold. The trees stood like the statues you find in a temple and the leaves looked as delicate as a duckling's feather. The view all the way to the horizon was dazzling. My tummy started to rumble. "Breakfast time!" I whispered to myself. I wonder where I can find something to eat? At that moment a huge plate of my favourite spaghetti landed on a table right in front of me. A second later, the biggest mug of golden milk landed next to it. I walked over to the food, but felt sad as gold food was no use to me. It might look heavenly, but you can't eat it. I suddenly felt anxious. "How could I survive here? Gold looks beautiful, but it can't feed me. How will I survive here?." I looked back and the door to my bedroom was slowly closing. I was running as fast as I could, but it wasn't fast enough to reach the door in time. The seconds seemed like hours. It was very ironic that such a beautiful land can offer no life. My brain was trying to think of ways I could get home, but nothing came to mind.

The only solution I could find was to say "abracadabra". In a flash, I was back in my room, in my bed, my pyjamas on and my mum shaking my shoulders saying "wake up!"

Was the land of gold just a dream? It felt so real, surely it can't have been. I dragged myself out of bed and as I was walking downstairs for breakfast I felt something sharp in my slipper. It felt cold. I felt inside my shoe and to my astonishment pulled out a golden piece of precious gold spaghetti. But how did it get there?