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When I was a kid, in primary school, we would sit in a circle and introduce ourselves and what we want to be when we are older. I would grin and say, “I’m Davy and I’m going to be an astronaut!”.
Fast-forward twenty years and I’m an accountant who has never been to space. Child Davy would be disappointed.
But he would be over-the-moon about what happened to me five minutes ago – his very own fairy-tale story. Despite the fact that it happens when he’s 28 and no longer believes in fairy-tales.
I was walking to the bathroom, arms full of dirty clothes for the basket I left near the bathtub. I opened the door with my elbow and a small amount of difficulty, and stepped into the bathroom. Except, it was definitely not the grey-themed, plant-filled, sensibly-tiled bathroom I remember.
It was the moon.
I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but it’s true. The surface was dusty and grey, and the stars? They were breath taking. I stood there for a few seconds before it hit me and I gasped, “Um. What?”
Then I hurried back into the hallway which is where I am currently standing as I write this account in my head.
Wait! You can’t breathe on the moon, right, and you can’t make noise thus it’s not the real moon! I slip into where the bathroom should be once more. Surely, this is an illusion, and to prove it I will try to go around the other side of the opening. I’ll be stopped by the walls, of course.
Oh. I’m standing on the other side of the door. I walked right through where the wall should be.
This is real. Okay. So…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” I scream and I run back in and slam the door shut hard, panting.
My toddler is standing in the hall looking at me quizzically.
“Look, Maya!” I say, and I carefully open the door once more, just a crack, to let her peek inside.
There’s nothing there but a toilet. It’s not space anymore, but my bathroom again.
Maya looks at me, concerned, before turning away.
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There’s nothing worse than being judged by a toddler.
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I nudge the door closed again then fling it open, and! And, still no moon. Huh.
Wait, where have the clothes gone? I search around where I may have dropped them.
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Oh. I think I left them on the moon.
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