I love pillows that are soft and mushy. I lie my head upon it, and dream. In my comfort I am filled with Bliss. I dream about the night realm in the outer universe looking at the Earth amongst the stars, sitting on the Moon, petting the cow. His bell makes a cute tinkling sound as he walks away and disappears into the fog of the aurora in the distant galaxy. I think about the snow falling upon me as I lie on the moon and spin around dancing as I get up and fall again tumbling down the green lush valleys. In an alien planet there are emerald trees everywhere with gem-like fruit. I pick one and leave it on the vine as I bite into it. It dangles from my favorite tree of the moment, and I let go and the branch flings back to its normal shape and the fruit flings off of the vine hitting a stump of another tree and falling smack to the dark dirt ground, rolling, and falling into the pit of a stream off the grass's rocky ledge.t>

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.07.2011

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