Personal Narrative: My Log Cabin

It was about six o'clock in the evening, I was headed home to my log cabin in the back of the woods. As I was trudging through the field to get to my trail, I ran into something hard. I looked up from my phone to see a big red door, blocking my path. I was really confused. What was this door doing in the middle of the field? My first thought was to open it. So I slowly open the door to find, nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just continued to walk. As I was walking my foot slipped. Suddenly, I fell into what seemed like a big, black hole. Once I reach the bottom I look around to see a little village. A village full of people, animals, even little houses. So many questions were running through my mind; what is this place? How exactly did I get

Jean was a short, old, kind woman. The second she realized I was lost, she offered to help. I explained to her how I got here and how I have no clue as to what was going on. She instantly reassured me everything was going to be okay and that whatever was happening we’d figure it out together. So we walked to Jean’s little house to take a look at her map and find a way back home. After hours and hours of looking, my cabin was nowhere to be found on the map. I felt hopeless. Jean recommended we sleep it off and try searching the paths in the morning. The thought of sleep sounded great; maybe I would even wake up to realize this was all just a dream. Jean prepared a bed for me and I laid down hoping to get some sleep. Three hours later, I was still lying awake, worrying, thinking, and hoping this wasn’t real. When my mind had finally stopped running, I drifted off into a deep sleep. I dreamt about being home in my nice, warm, cozy bed. I couldn’t wait to be home. Soon morning came, Jean woke me with a cup of coffee and a plan on where we were going start. We began on a trail straight off from her house. It was a cold and drowsy day, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get home as soon as