I have to be dreaming.  No way can this be real.  

First of all Eric, the boy who I met at the bookstore, turned up out of nowhere in my living room fighting an invisible beast then read me into that story I have been writing recently.  That's right!  I managed to time/world/book travel into that story with the two cousins who discover magic exists in the modern world.  I was there in the first chapter where they have their snowball fight.  My pyjamas got wet because of the snow.  

Then we time/world/book travelled to here.  A world where faeries and magic and trees that grow into cottages exist.  Apparently everyone who exists belongs to a story.  Everyone has a novel written about them.  Eric needs to find my book to take me home.  It will take three days to walk to the library to get my novel.  Just writing this seems so bizarre.

I must be dreaming.  Soon I'm going to wake up and found myself all warm and cosy in bed with Jasmine next to me on the floor.