When PonytailGirl7 woke up
on Saturday morning she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, but she didn't get up right away. She kicked her blankets and wiggled sideways in bed and
wondered how her head could tell it was lying down instead of being
up straight. Just to feel the difference, she hung her head down over
the side of the bed. Her room looked different somehow. Lighter?
Bigger? She kicked her feet in the air and rested them on the wall.
“Why can't I walk on the
wall like a spider?” She thought. She stretched her feet up towards
the ceiling. “Too far. Well, I for sure can't walk on the
ceiling.” Wiggling her legs and trying to reach the ceiling, she
was surprised to find her feet actually touching something. She
pulled them back and tried again. They touched. She tried a step. She
had taken three steps before she realized that she was walking on the
ceiling with her head still hanging down.
“Mom? Mom!” she called.
No answer. She went across the room to the door, accidentally
kicking the light fixture, and peered down the hall. “Mom?” The
house seemed empty. Starting to get anxious, PonytailGirl stepped
over the door frame and ran down the hall. The kitchen cabinets were
hanging from the ceiling. No, they were on the floor and she was on
the ceiling. Finding it odd to have to stretch up to reach the
doorknob, she opened the front door and climbed out onto the
underside of the porch roof.
Something large and gray was
blocking her view of the yard. PonytailGirl looked back into the
house. She looked out at the grass and trees. The tops of the trees
were blocked by a huge round lumpy stone thing – like an
upside-down mountain hanging in the air. She tried to jump off the
porch roof onto the grass and felt herself falling up, onto the gray
stone thing. “Eek!” She landed with a thump and a scramble,
skinning her knee a little and thinking that pajamas and bare feet
were not a good outfit for exploring.
At first she tried to climb
down (or was it up?) to the peak of the mountain, to get back to the
ground, but it was too steep and she kept sliding off. So she slid
and jumped her way up (or was it down?) to the base of the mountain.
“Down” seemed to be the center of the gray stone, and walking
got easier as she got closer to the base. She had no trouble walking
around the edge and up onto the base of the mountain (“Rather like
a spider on the wall,” she thought), and found herself gazing
across a round wide grassy plain dotted by hills and trees, and
surrounded by gray stone cliffs. Off to the right there was a plume of smoke rising from the other side of a clump of trees. Not far from the part of the cliff
where she stood were two huge standing stones, and on top of the
closer one was a large green dragon.
