He dug himself a hole in the ground. The earth was soft and gave easily as he burrowed further and further. He passed the water pipes and sewer lines. He climbed out for lemonade and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich just as he reached the dinosaur bones. Then he was back, digging and digging until the pile by his hole was bigger than his house, until his hole was so deep that his mother had to drop down snacks in a bucket on a string. He liked the smell of the wet and the worms, and even though the summer sun hung down on him, the earth was cool and comforting, in its own way.
He wasn't sure how long it took- days, months, years- but he finally broke through. The crust of earth below him became his top as he birthed his way out of his tunnel. It took him a minute to adjust, it was night time here. The moon was just as bright as home, and the people on the streets walked with the same purpose. He found himself a park bench, where he sat. The trees were a dusky green in the moonlight. Exhausted, he laid his head down for a minute, just long enough to muster the strength to crawl back inside the musty dark. He just wanted to see the sun again, and when he did it took all his power not to weep. He made his weary way out of the hole and up the stairs, to the front door and inside.
"Where have you been?" His mother asked. She was baking chocolate chip cookies, his favorite.
"To China," he said, nonchalant.
"Really? How was it?"
"Boring." His adventurer's spirit trapped in the tunnel. "It was just like here, only darker." He took a cookie off the plate. "And they didn't have mom's like you."
She brushed a spot clean on his forehead, and kissed it. "Wash up, dinner will be ready soon."
The water ran clear and hot in the white of the tub. He smiled. He always wanted to be a deep sea diver...