4. White Rabbit
...a white rabbit. It twitched it's nose at me before turning around and running off. I've never seen a rabbit in person, only read about them in a book I found in father's study. I quickly plucked the rose without a second thought, clutched my notebook, and chased after the rabbit. It ran on hastily, as if it were in a hurry for something. As I chased on, I realized it was gone. The rabbit went...missing. I slowed down to a walking pace and looked around, trying to find where the rabbit went. I was about to give up and turn back around, when the rabbit popped up from a bush and continued to race on. I grinned excitedly and ran after it curiously. Is this a game? I began to wonder, Am I playing chase with a rabbit?! A part of me was slightly aggravated, but I was also having fun chasing this rabbit around. This is probably the most excitement I've had in a while.
It ran and ran; I chased and chased. I kept my eyes on that rabbit, making sure not to lose it again. All I wanted was a closer look, why was it running away? I'm not that scary-looking! I was so focused on the rabbit that I didn't notice the hole up ahead. I didn't notice it until the white rabbit went down, and I had so much momentum that I couldn't stop myself from falling in after it. I tried to grab something-- anything, even a root if possible-- to pull myself up and out of the hole, but the laws of gravity were not on my side in this predicament. A fell down at a fast pace, unable to grab onto anything, really. I realized how abnormal this hole was. This is no rabbit hole... I realized.
Finally, I hit a landing. For some unknown reason, there were pillows at the bottom, but that didn't help with making it a comfortable landing. I still hit the ground pretty hard, with my back being slammed to a solid, dirt ground that is only slightly cushioned with pillows. Was this planned?! What kind of ignorant prank is this?! I thought furiously. I sat up and felt a sharp pain in my hand. I looked down at my hand and noticed blood beginning to spill out. That was the hand that was holding the rose. As I was falling, I must have clenched the rose stem tightly, which caused a few thorns to penetrate through my skin. I suppose I was experiencing too much adrenaline while being frightened as I fell that I didn't notice the pain until now. I sighed sadly and rose to my feet. I noticed that I dropped my notebook across the room, and walked over to retrieve it. I studied the room for a moment. No rabbit...There was absolutely no rabbit. I noticed an exit with a dim light shining through. I walked towards it, in hopes of finding my way back home.