The Teacup By Zara

One peculiar day, I felt something was going to happen. I walked around the garden, where I could prod my thoughts in silence. The teacup I’d dropped so long ago distracted me. I closed my eyes for concentration and felt something change. I opened them to see what happened, but a blade of green stuck out before my eyes. I walked forward, realising I’d shrunk. I pushed past the strips of grass to the teacup. It reminded me of Alice in Wonderland. The teacup cut into the grass, which seemed to be stuck there. I curled up inside and nodded off. When I opened my eyes, I was my normal size again, as if it had all been a dream. What gave it away, was the teacup being broken.