The Painting

“That was amazing,” Dawson’s voice woke V from whatever dream she had fallen into.

“Hey Dawson, I had this freaky dream...”

She felt the hard wooden floor.

“Oh no, this is real, isn’t it?”

Dawson nodded happily.

There was a puking sound coming from Benny who had stuck his head out the tree house’s window. Chaplin was patting him gently on the back.

“Where are we?” V questioned.

The tree stopped growing. V peered outside. They were in fact inside some kind of a huge wooden hallway. The exit was a hole on one of the walls with some wooden planks to cover over it. V recollected her thoughts for a while.

“Well come on, time to get out,”