My favourite book themes as a child were the Narnia-esque ones where a normal child walks through a normal doorway/wardrobe/mirror/etc., to find themselves in an enchanted, magical, fairytale, alternate world. I still want that.
Wouldn’t it be great? Imagine leaving your house in the morning, late again for work. You go through the front door, turn around and lock it, pressing on the handle as you always do to make sure that the latch has caught. Something strange about the light catches your attention; there are odd, feathery shadows on the doors like the reflections of tree branches moving. Trees which are decidedly not on your street of small English terraces. You turn around, and (rather than your ordinary narrow street of ordinary houses and cars parked too close to each other) you see a meadow.
How would you feel? Would you think that you must be dreaming? Would it cross your mind that perhaps you were ill, or in a coma, or even dead…and you have no recollection of the accident that put you there? Or would you not be able to deny the total sensory evidence around you?
And what would you think about the fox sitting on the path leading to your door? Would you answer him, reflexively and politely, when he greeted you?