Roland stood at the doorway into another world. His bare feet dangled just over the edge. The wind that blew out of the doorway was sweet, the smell of spun sugar.

The empty sky seemed so welcoming with the fluffy clouds that resembled pillows. The faded purple sky was unmarred my the lines of aircrafts and the pollution that comes with humans.

Roland then turned hesitantly around to his bedroom. The walls were covered in posters of bands that had exited when his grandfather was young. There were also clay figures sitting