Into the Garden

There he was sitting at his desk as he always did on a Sunday afternoon, completing work which had remained pending from the week. The window in front of him gave to a wonderful living garden, full with trees, birds, possums, lizards and even kangaroos.

It was a far cry working from the relaxed environment of home than the hectic noise and fog of the big city. Suddenly as he typed into his laptop he felt himself leave towards the garden. His hands remained still on the computer; he saw his body from afar as he floated into the garden.