Chapter 1

And I realized that I stumbled upon a particle of pixie dust. How incredible and unbelievable that could be. How can a person of my size stumble upon a dust particle? But this is no ordinary particle, this is pixie dust.

               Well, why would you care as a reader about a random person stumbling over something bizarre? You need know who I am and why are you reading this. I am Alexander Fedorov. From my name I appear to be a Russian, but I was born in London and grew up around this place. Never thought about changing my name because that was my only connection with my ancestors. By profession I am a dreamer. See, I stumped you yet another time. What type of a profession is this? Who dreams professionally...? well, I do!! I am a writer actually and thus I need to dream before I can put my dreams on paper for you to read. The interesting part is that I must dream with my eyes open. Experience tells us that open eyed dreaming brings the best stories.

                       Apart from writing I also indulge in story telling sessions where I address curious audiences with engaging stories. This is not only my hobby but my vocation also. Contrary to what you might be thinking, this job is thankless. You keep looking at your guests and audience, yet you would never know if they are listening to anything. I safely presume that they do since they always purchase expensive tickets to my story telling sessions. There were times when people loved romantic sagas and stories about love taking a full circle. I grew up during such times, listening and reading those works. Then came historical dramas and period narratives. They took the centre stage and as the things were settling down there came a wave of sci-fi science fiction, mystical dramas, real life events and so on. I experimented with fantasy mixed with romance and love. That worked well and soon I started to churn our period dramas with a dash of scientific fiction into my work. People found it compelling and interesting reads. Just like you, many queued for my story telling sessions where I would entertain my audience with my most magnificent tales. All those tales I watched with my eyes open wide.

                              One such tale was about to start for me, and I had no idea that this would be the most engrossing story in my work till date. Writers have a certain degree of confidence regarding their emotional state. They play with the rainbow of human behaviour and colour their palette with the myriad colours of human imagination. I considered myself quite adept at this. Taking people`s hands and guiding them into a land of fantasy where possibilities are limitless. I was dreaming with my eyes open and I saw a pair of eyes looking towards me. There was a very familiar scent in the look. Something that gripped upon my thoughts almost immediately. My thoughts froze as I tried to recollect that pair. I could not despite putting into my best efforts. That gaze went straight into my existence. Deep enough to touch the raw soft core of my being. It touched my deepest thoughts as if trying to wake me up from my slumber. I was happy to see one more good story being born. Hardly did I realized that this time the story would revolve around me.

                    I could not pay enough attention to the rest of the face to be able to recognize the person a second time. I did repent because I felt the urge to look at the pair once again. Straight, non-committal, apparently emotionless yet superbly precise gaze. Who is that? Who went through me all the way to my core, caressed my most precious feelings and left without a trace? That day the session for story telling went by like a dream. I could not remember what I blabbered to my audience and I couldn`t care. I felt the magical touch of a soul that stirred up a million fragrant songs deep inside me. I felt my feet becoming lighter and a billion butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. This was so surreal. I couldn`t believe. Some warm wave just rushed past me spraying my face with a fine mist of fresh droplets of magic. I could taste a mild sweetness of honey in my palate. My eyes slowly closed, and a smell of mild lavender wafted through my nostrils making me aware of things going on around me. It felt like something was tugging at my heart holding my hands and pulling me into some unknown direction. For the first time, I was watching a dream with my eyes closed!

                               Now you know the precise reason why you should read this story. It`s so captivating for your imagination too.