You don't know what happened, or how it happened. But one year you're exploring your grandma's house and fell through a mirror to some town called Threadville, the next you're married to the farmer of the town. Oliver.

He was outside in his garden, farming like he usually did. He picked some, he planted some. The usual.

You sat on the porch, watching as your husband did his work. His knees were dirtied, and he had to take off his hat because of the heat. But he kept it right at his side, not letting it go too far.