horizon fading
Miss, there's no time there's fish on my plate!
I'm 9. Be kind.
As I lie comfortable in my cosy yellow-orange bed I listen Anna and little angel are downstairs
chatting and giggling, laughing and playing, generally having fun I just lie here sandwiched between my silky duvet and bed melting my worries away. Flying and exploring through a vast, open space more and more amazing things appear, my fears disappear and puff away in majestic fireworks streams of dark indigo light cascade down through the dimming sky of my dream in front of the horizon fading away.
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ethelthefrog
I love the imagery you use here.
This story could use a bit of work on punctuation, though.
I think I'm jealous of your dreams.