The impossible, is indeed possible here. - my quote

     I woke up to movement.
Someone carrying me and Ayleen babbling about...me?
I'm definitely confused.
I need to know what Ayleen is prattling about and figure out my situation and the guy carrying me.
I believe it's a he by his physique and outline.
He's carrying me bridal style, my head on his shoulders and his hands below my knees.
Definitely not romantic.
I have to figure out this person's motive.
I didn't want to give any indication that I'm fully awake and completely aware of my senses; so pretending would have to do. I desperately tried not to move my eyes too much and let my body lose, well as much as I could.
"...oh she's seventeen. Personally, I'm the prettier one. I'm thirteen in case you're wondering. I'm starving by the way and we saw food back there and sleeping beauty over here didn't even let me eat. She was crazily saying that it wasn't safe and—"
"You love talking, don't you?" Amusement's efficient in the man's voice.
"No, I don't! It's because we're lost and she is still sleeping. She slept a lot even when we were stuck on the vines back there. I'm telling you, she's turning into sleeping beauty!"
"Is that so?" the same voice returned, "let's wake her then...with a kiss," he added with a whisper.
Oh, Nooooooooo! I'm not letting this stranger kiss me! I haven't even seen his face yet!
"No, that's too easy, let's do something wickedly good," Ayleen whispered mischievously, so low I barely registered what she just implied.
I heard them mumbling their plan and Ayleen shushing him.
I felt faint soft sprinkles all across my face. Maybe it was some sort of shimmery gold? It smelled a lot like some type of frosting. Golden frosting? Haha, I have no idea what I'm talking about.
This place is messing with my brain. Clearly.
I should wake up then. I ought to open my eyes. It's not that hard, is it?
I tried to, but I couldn't.
I couldn't open my eyes at all and that was frustrating.
I don't care if my face shows any discomfort. I'm going to figure out what this mysterious place is all about and find my family and head out!
It's this place that confuses me and my thoughts into ideas that seem impossible: like glowing petals that fly, intoxicating sweets, slithering gripping vines, talking cubs, and gold glitter frosting.
I don't plan to stay here any longer.
I might go insane if I do.
But this is but a dream to you. Isn't it, darling?