New world before me

I wake as I feel the sun warming my skin and the breeze in my hair and the shadows of the tree on my face. The sky is clear and the birds chirping. I admire this beautiful place as I wake from a rest under a tree. The grass greener and softer than any pillow. The smell of my surroundings, so fresh and free. The flower swaying with the light cool breeze. I feel like I'm in another world.
But I'm in the most familiar place I know, like the back of my hand. The garden, that's hidden on the side of the house behind the wooden the door. My favorite place to return to whenever unsure of myself.
This world with magic and creature at every corner. Every your safe but unsure of the dangerous coming next. A world where music plays in my ears and words are the most powerful magic of all.
My world that is in my hands. In the words of my books. This world that never ends. Unless I choose it to. But even when the world ends the memories and feeling continue with me. Wanting to feel that joy, sadness, excitement, all over again. So I open other world, one of ancient texts and new fantasies and magic. Or one of love or mystery. A new world with endless words over and over. A getaway in my hands to a gateway to a new land.