Weird! Am I sleeping? Was all that a dream? Should I wake up, or not? My alarm hasn't rang yet, so I guess I can just stay here, on the...cold floor? Why am I sleeping on the floor? Was I actually not dreaming? I'll open my eyes and see.
Wow! Everything is blurred! I can't see anything strait! I'll look at my hand, just to see... It looks like a greenish blob, with this lighting and my blurred vision. It looks normal enough, for now, but I can't seem to move my fingers. Probably part of a concussion I got by falling down. It'll be fine in a few hours.
Now let's look at where I am... I can't recognize this place. It's to blurry to make sure, but I think that it's some kind of auditorium... No wait...those are books on the walls: this must be a library! But where...? The cold floor, the crystalline walls...crystals...for walls...? This must be a dream.
Well, I won't figure anything out just by laying here doing nothing! Time to get up! I start to stand up slowly...I try to keep my balance with my hands on the ground, before I finally stand up straight...and fall! It might be the disorientation of the fall, but I have trouble keeping my balance. I guess that I'll have to resort to crawling on all fours.
My eyesight is starting to get better. I can actually see objects now. I can see every individual book on the shelves, every piece of furniture in the room. Now, I can actually admire what this place has to offer. It actually is all made out of crystals! The texture, the look, the color, it must have taken a lot of time to hand-chisel all of th-
Did I just see something move out of the corner of my eye?......Yes, I think I did.
"Who's there?", I half-heatedly yell, still absorbed in the beauty of the structure that I am currently in.
No answer.
However, there's a figure standing right there in front of me and, as my sight finally stopped looking like a Monet painting, I realize what I was looking at!
T-This is amazing! The greenish fur, the practically athletic stature, the beautiful mane of light green and white! And lets not forget the coup de grace, the cherry on top, the horn, right in the middle of the forehead, in all of it's mint green glory.
Wait, something's not right! I'm actually looking at one, but, there's something familiar about it, as if I've seen it before............I finally see................I'm actually looking into a mirror