My Western European Fantasy Life

I don't remember exactly how long I slept. When I opened my eyes again, I couldn't believe it. I seemed to be in a painting: surrounded by a vast green wheat field, with a few people working hard in the field. After a violent jolt, I realized that I was in a carriage. What happened to me? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.