You wake up in the meadow beside your house . Then you remember that while it 's definitely your house , the meadow was n't there before . [ WP ]

I woke up in a beautiful bed of green grass soft on my coat. Flowers composed of colors i had n't seen in years. The wind was warm on my skin exploding memories of my childhood. I had awoken in a meadow next to my house, the only thing was i live in Siberia. I shot up on my feet sweating and confused. What was this? Why? Just outside the patch of grass was the harsh winter that i was always used to. I ran to my hut, this could n't be safe. 
 
 Weeks went by as the meadow seems to swallow the snow around my home. Could this be good? I knew there was environmental issues in the news but holy hell this could n't be in any way natural. The grass began to come onto my house like moss. Its not like i can light it all on fire without burning my own place down. Scratch has n't been back in days to, he whined and whined so i let him out and left the window unlocked so he could crawl in like normal but nothing yet. I ca n't leave Scratch for the wolves or cold. I got ta find him. 
 
 His collar... it was in the grass. After five hours i came back to my house and stopped when i saw the red rope laying around a beautiful blue flower. I stepped closer to pick it up when i saw movement. A weed whipped onto my house and slowly inched up trailing a parade of grass behind it. The west wall was nearly covered entirely with perfectly cut light green grass. I looked down to see the same happening to my boots. I kicked once and tripped hoping that maybe Scratch just lost his collar and could help. The grass whipped around my wrists and ankles. I was being pulled into the warm depths of whatever lied below me. For the second time in forever i was on my back feeling perfect warm weather, scared and confused.
