Mad? No.. Just a touch of creativity today please...

Art is a dream. An artist's dream about what the imagination could be without limits. To desire something outside one's own reality is to dream. That was what my new home was like when I was just a child. Built in the 1910s, the home was a classic railroad home big with lots of room. The first few days I got entranced. Because there was still a study with bookshelves and an old chair from the prior owner. I would go to the library. Which was close by and check out a book then comes home sit in the big aged cushioned chair and read for hours? There I would get kidnapped. To different locations and realms, which my mom would often ask where are you at today. My answer, of course, would depend on the book's location and my imagination. During this time, I started reading Corrie ten Boom book about hiding Jews and Nazis. My imagination was a bit off into a different world. When I accidentally tipped the huge chair, I was sitting in over and backward. The chair hit a lower cabinet shelf, which sprung away from the wall. Being curious and my mom not at home. I looked in and saw a small hall way with a deem shadowy light filtering from a window somewhere. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled towards the light. The crawl space was less than two of me at four feet two inches I edged rather rapidly towards the light. The light was coming up from the bottom of a boxed iron cage big enough to crawl into. Being somewhat smart, I did not get into it right away. Seeing some lettering covered by newspaper. I could see through the deemed light within the cage. which read 0ab@it#8ol# I placed one hand within the cage and tried with the other hand to brush away some old newspapers. My weight jarred the dumbwaiter. Causing me to fall within the cage which went down rather fast to begin with. The paper at least gave way and of course the rest of the letters read a rabbit hole. By this time, the dumbwaiter finished descending into what I figured out later was a concealed room behind the boiler in the basement. To my surprise. It was a hidden reading room. Complete with a child's tea table, tea set, four chairs. A bleached ole rabbit which was turned gray with dust, a China doll dressed in milky dusty, white and blue, and a wild guess occupied of which three. At that moment a small man with impressible hat, which could only to my guess be the Mad Hatter. On the table was a tiny tea serving tea set. With a very early edition of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Through the Looking Glass. Which to my surprise an autographed Charles Lutwidge Dodgson with a flurish at the end Lewis Carrol to an Emily Ruskin dated 10 15 1868. The inscriptions read To a cute little girl, who interrupted me finding another hole. Lewis Carrol p.s. the cursive lettering was really bad. So I am not sure what the word was then the diction next time the ravine is like that or a writing desk. With that I was seeing less and less the room. Being only lighted by the sun setting in mountain range was getting to dark to read anymore. I figured I could come back and investigate some more with a flashlight. So I got into the cage and pulled myself up using a chain cord that I found. Secretly hidden behind some more of the newspaper that covered the cage. Getting to the first floor toke some time and I was tired, by the time I got into the study. I shut the cabinet back in place, and the chair was already in its place. Seated down in the large chair, I fell asleep. Upon waking I tried to open the cabinet again to no avail. What a shame or to what a dream. I was kidnapped many a time like that reading different books with ventures, which were not prescribed by the authors.