a waking river of joy, but is now a sleeping field of sigh.
for nothing. Except that. And maybe one of those.
perhaps dream of sprinkle donut fairy monsters.
the gremlins can't find her, here amidst the forest of chairs.
her toes in the sparkling water. Is it cooling? Is it fishy?
a ghost, hiding in the corners of the abandoned house.
a peacock. (Do you need any more?)