Enchanted World of My Own
by Sorin Choi

“Wait for me, Rabbit, wait!”

Despites to my favor, the White Rabbit keeps its move. The Rabbit runs. A cliff moves toward it, and finally, the rabbit falls out of the cliff.

I follow the Rabbit. I run. I fall.

I open my eyes with gasps. Vivid color of Bright yellow forsythia caught on my sight. Lying under the dangled branches of forsythia bushes is sweet as a marshmallow and the gentle voice of the April breeze sounds like a lullaby; so cozy, that I didn’t even notice that I fell in a sleep.

The forsythia cave is an enchanted world of my own. Because those lengthened braches wears the cloth of densely bloomed golden flacks of forsythias, nobody sees me, nor I see them. The only another visitor the cave lets in is a sunbeam breaking through the branches. Also my size perfectly fits in to the height of the tunnel made by crooked branches, which let me have an enough space to spread my imaginations; thus sometimes I dream of being Alice who chases the White Rabbit.