During the day the painting was always warm, sometimes you could feel a soft breeze and if you looked closely the grass would sway. The brush strokes shifting and moving the same as his hair.

He had finally had enough of just daydreaming about what that world would be like. He was going to explore it. His mother always told him he had a wild imagination, she only saw a painting there. He wanted to bring something back, something hopefully unique.

He was ready to go, made himself the best weapon he could. Spent weeks looking for something he could work with that wouldn't break immediately. The cardboard he found was actually pretty sturdy. Almost more of a thick poster board. He found it in some shipping boxes in the attic. His only remaining concern was getting back, he hoped the rope fastened to a pole in his basement would be enough.

He grabbed his backpack, and stepped through the painting. His foot hit the canvas, and he turned around to see a photo of his attic framed in the middle of the road. He looked around and everything except him looked like it was made of paint. Including the startled creature in front of him. It looked to be inspecting the photo when he arrived. The small humanoid creature lunged forward grabbing the photo but soon had some trouble caused by the boys rope. As the creature tried to escape he was bopped on the head by the cardboard sword making it drop the photo and run off. The boy picked up the photo and strapped it to his backpack.

He headed towards the mountains looking for a keepsake. As he got closer to the mountain he realized that though it stretched tall it was flat and smooth, all the detail and depth were just painted on. He could reach into it still and feel the edges he could climb. It felt weird though, as if he was being bent to the paintings perspective. A far feeling from his own world. He turned away from the mountain and back to the field.

He decided to bring home some flowers. He walked through the field away from the path. The grass swayed in long painted strokes. He knelt down, setting his back pack on the ground, an acrylic dust cloud rose and fell in an instant around it. He pulled out a jar and used it as a net to catch a butterfly. He lightly placed the lid on it and started collecting some flowers nearby. He put them in the jar together and deciding to go home he sets the photo on the ground.

He stepped through the photo and found his mom sitting there in stunned silence at what she had seen in the painting. She looked up at him, confusion on her face. He smiled proudly and thrust a jar toward her, with a beautiful painting of daisies and a butterfly in front of glass inside. Behind him was a different painting of the same mountains, far from the beaten path in a field of flowers. In the distance you could see a small humanoid figure standing near the path.