Dream

I can feel the warm air like a soft, snuggly blanket. I'm lying down on a cloud, white and fluffy, my head sinking into the warmth like a pillow.1

I pick off a piece of cloud, like tearing off a piece of fairy floss. As I put it in my mouth, the sugar melts on my tongue, fizzling.2

I lean over the edge of the cloud, and peer down. Crystal clear water laps gently against pure white beach sand, rocks glint with silver and gold.3

I turn over onto my back and gaze up at the dark sky. It's midnight blue, with a million and one stars twinkling. A crescent moon helps the stars light up the day, and the Aurora lights shine and sparkle, mystically and myteriously above me.4

I lean over too far, and topple over. I'm falling, falling, falling...flying, flying, flying!5

I swoop and soar and glide and float, and with a light step I land on the beach. Animals are mewing, barking, chirping, tweeting. Tropical birds sound their exotic calls, and I can hear little rabbits scurrying and hopping around.6

Suddenly my world mutes. I can't hear the birds' calls, the animals moving, the forest cats meowing and purring. I can't hear the wind whistle pass my ears, the twigs crack below feet, the water lap at the shore.7

And now I can't feel the sand between my toes, the wind blow my hair back, the feel of flight as I jump up and fly about. I can't feel anything but warmth and blanket.8

I blink my eyes open from my dream.