Reupload with some modify of the timeline, agree with my friend.
When you were little you loved the Narnia films, remember when you hid in the wardrobe of your house pretending to live the adventures of the Pevensie brothers. You imagined living in a world pristine and uncontaminated by human progress and pollution. To get to know creatures that exist only in human imagination.
Unfortunately time passes for everyone, you grow up and the magic of fantasy turns into faded memories that resurface with the thousand distractions of real life. Problems at school, problems with friends, forced to work on weekends with inept parents who think that in your life you won't be able to do anything different from their jobs.
In the throes of a nervous breakdown you lock yourself in the wardrobe and huddle in your spare clothes, thinking back to how wonderful it was when you were a child, when everything was so much simpler, when every day was an adventure, when you imagined being at Narnia.
The excess of emotions caused by your new life and the absence of time force you to take a restful nap. "Just 5 minutes." You say to yourself, then you let sleep take over and the world of dreams makes you smile.
You dream that you are in Narnia, you watch the scenes from afar as a spectator and no one seems to see you. You see Lucy meet the faun Tumnus for the first time, the meeting between Edmund and the White Witch, the dinner with the beavers, Edmund's betrayal, the melting ice, the date with Aslan, the battle of Narnia, the coronation, the return to the wardrobe… the scenes pass by as quickly as frames.
When you wake up you find yourself in the sunlight. “Yes, I'm awake. Ugh you can't rest in peace.”
You rub your eyes as you walk, then your foot lands on the void. You scream in terror but you react in time, you push yourself backwards, avoiding falling into the void, and you land with your backside on the solid wood.
You look around and notice with amazement that you are in a giant room, decorated in a style from the last century. You remember that your grandmother's house looked like this, before she died and the house was renovated.
The door creaks and a black-haired girl with freckles enters, her unrivaled beauty leaves you astonished. She is not blonde, she does not have disproportionate curves... but her body moves with elegance and delicacy, in every movement her whole body moves with her, like a hypnotic dance. You recognize her, it's Susan!
“Hurry and change Susan, it's tea time and the professor has to finish his story about how he stopped the witch.”
“5 minutes and I'll be there.” Susan closes the door and thinks about everything that happened “Of course it's strange, 15 years have passed since we entered Narnia, yet time here has remained completely unchanged, as if we had never disappeared. We are also young again. I miss being queen, having suitors from everywhere asking for my hand. I can't believe that Professor Kirke was also in Narnia when she was born. That's why he believed Lucy."
You wonder if Susan could ever have eyes for you. You're average in terms of beauty, but you wonder what she would think of you if she saw you at this size. If you keep brooding you'll never know, the only way to know is to face the situation head on.
“Susan!”
The girl turns around, she heard you but she can't figure out where you are.
“Susan, I'm here, on your desk.”
She is a little taken aback by your unusual description. Then she looks closer and can see you, a shrunken boy on the desk.
She puts her hands in front of her mouth to cover a scream, she approaches you cautiously, you step back.
“What creature are you? How did you get from Narnia?”
She holds out her hand to you and you climb onto it, she raises her hand and you find yourself crushed by the force of gravity, until you reach eye level with her and get back on your feet. His hands are rough, like those of a person who works tirelessly, but they are still soft.
“No, I'm a human being just like you. I don't know how it happened, but I got shrunk and ended up in your room."
Susan caresses you to calm you down, you close her eyes thinking she wanted to crush you.
“Don't worry, I'm not angry, I'm just surprised to find a tiny boy in my room.” She strokes you with her finger trying to calm you down.
You tell her your name. Now you wonder if you should tell her everything. If she were to find out secrets about you, it would be shameful for you not to tell them to her. But if you tell her the truth about your world and that she's not real, how would she react?
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