FanStory.com - Let Me Paint You My Dreamby Tom Horonzy

Last night, I had this dream where I was drifting on a stream reflecting gold moonbeams in a birch-covered canoe. The air was still, as were the trees, and nary a whisper could be heard. The air was clear and cool, which returned my breath to hover in space like clouds in a sky where a trillion stars sparkled in concert. Far-distanced mountains lay ladened beneath a fresh layer of bright, white snow. I had no idea where I was headed, and truth be, I cared not one iota. Perhaps, I had died and was skimming peacefully along on a causeway to heaven... when the phone rang. It was the wrong number!

I tried to resume the idyllic scene seen, it being two a.m., but alas, what was, wasn't any longer. So instead of returning the mistakenly misdialed number to interrupt the interloper who burst my dream, I'm typing away in the dark of night under fabricated light, which isn't half as nice as what was before my dream had been interrupted.

May you have enjoyed the scene painted in paragraph one as much as I did before it abruptly ended. Goodnight.