Chapter 19

"Euroah?", calls the voice of my father. "Euroah, wake up, little sleepy head."

I blink a few times before finally opening my eyes. To my surprise, I glance around to see not a fancy chamber of white, but my old room, back on the farm. The warmth of the sun's rays peeps through the aged curtains on the creaky, old paned windows. In the air, floats the scent of Father's coffee. I'm home! My simple room, the quilt that my mother stitched by hand, in the months before I was born, my little wardrobe of colorful clothing, everything is right where it belongs! All is just how it should be. This can't be real! How did I get here? Have I been dreaming this whole time? Has all of this been some strange nightmare? I knew that television, thing couldn't exist in real life!

"Father!", I cry out.

"Rise and shine, little lady! We've got work to do!", he calls back to me.

I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. My feet hit the floor, running for the kitchen, where I just know he must