Ticket into pages Anonymous

Of all the things I had expected might happen, waking up to a chicken trying to peck me to death wasn’t one of them. Last night had started out like any other, comforting in its ordinariness and definitely chicken free. After wrapping up some Latin and Medical Assisting homework at the coffee shop, I treated myself to an early night in with a new book. Once home I wasted no time changing into the coziest pajamas I owned and curling up with my new book and a mug of tea. As I opened the novel, enjoying the comforting aroma of paper and ink, a blue strip of paper fell out from its depths. Figuring it was some kind of coupon from the bookstore, I was surprised at the thick expensive feel of the paper. “Your ticket to anywhere.” Printed in elegant calligraphy with shimmery golden ink the words stood out starkly against the deep sapphire hue of the paper. Wondering why someone had taken the time to create such an elaborate coupon but not explain what it was for, I sat it next to my mug and dived eagerly into the book. At some point many hours later I sleepily laid my head on the arm of the chair I was curled up in, thoughts of the book and the ticket lingering in my mind.

“Ouch!” A sharp stinging pain originating from my nose...