Anna was tired that day. Her mind was fastened onto the best daydream, one that she felt was so vivid she could actually see the flowers dancing the the rabbits darting across the lawn, until she actually did. Anna did a double take, mentally slapping herself for not paying more attention to the world around her. Had that rabbit actually ran past? Was he actually wearing yellow rain boots, or had she just been so out of her mind that she had hallucinated the small thing? No, it had darted out front under the bush and was standing in the middle of the yard now, stretching and-- wait. Was that the same rabbit? It didn’t have yellow rain boots on. Anna stood from her spot under the shady tree and rubbed her eyes. She was all curiosity as she strolled across the lawn to the rose bushes. Funny place for a rabbit to hide, she thought, they would get stuck in the tangles of thorns and vines. Anna bent down on her knees and pressed her cheek to the dry green grass. There was the rabbit. This one had the rain boots she pictured in her dream. This one was real, she knew it was real. She could feel the ground underneath her, the sun was shining down in her eyes. The rabbit perked its ears up and escaped from under the rose bush in a flash, so fast that if she had blinked she would not have seen it move. The white roses shook and few petals fluttered to the ground. She followed the small thing down a trail behind the bushes, into the woods. Anna ran after it, dodging trees, careful not to step on any twigs or rocks with her bare feet. She hadn’t thought to wear shoes out today. It was warm, sunny, the lush backyard looked so inviting, she didn’t think she would need shoes, but now she was rethinking her decision as she sidestepped a tree that had fallen in the night.  The rabbit had stopped in front of a hole that lay in front of a tree. How the tree had not collapsed in on the hole beside it, she would never know, but that is where the rabbit jumped into. Anna did not know what was going through her mind when she herself fell into the hole, in fact, she had not been thinking anything. Simply following the animal wherever it was going was her primary intention. And she had not been thinking anything while she fell down the hole. A strange, soft noise of a piano running its keys from the highest note to the lowest note seemed to be wafting through the long tunnel that felt like it had no bottom. She could see the rabbit no longer, she could not see anything. Just the soft piano key and the terrifying feeling of falling to no end. But it did end, she did land, hard. She came to a thudding halt when her backside came in contact with something much like a trampoline, she bounced back into the air and back down again. Her blonde hair a tangled mess, Anna tucked the locks behind her ears and covered her eyes when the brightest light illuminated the room. A man with a long blue trenchcoat and bright orange hair emerged from the corner of the small room. SHe looked up, there was a ceiling. How could that make sense? What had she fallen from if there was a ceiling above her?
The man smiled at her and clapped his hands together. “Oh wonderful, that was wonderful. I give it a nine out of ten, wouldn’t you say so, Rabbit?” The man spoke and turned his head to the left, signaling a response from the rabbit in the yellow rain boots.
“It was good, but not as good as last time,” the rabbit evaluated. “Last time she stuck the landing.”
“What landing? What last time? Who are you?” Anna questioned and stood, now solid ground beneath her.
The rabbit and the man moved with her to a door. “Where am I? Tell me where I am.”
“Gloryland. The land of glories,” the pair exclaimed in unison, leading her through the door. They went on to explain the conflicts of gloryland. They introduced themselves. The man was called the Psycho Seamster, usually called Seamster, and the rabbit was just Rabbit. He did not want his name known. There was the Queen of Diamonds, who pretended to rule and punish the creatures and inhabitants of the kingdom. There were many more, but they all started to blur together, Anna was tired and she could not think about this, she could not process this. It was not like her to be so drowsy and lethargic like this. Everything was messy, nothing was making sense. She stumbled along the path with the Seamster and Rabbit, but she never reached the end. She had fallen asleep.
When Anna woke up, she was back on the lawn, under her shady tree. There was no Rabbit in yellow rain boots, there was no Seamster, but of course she could not remember them. She never remembered her dreams.