Wide open spaces.
A void.
Foreverness.
I love to spend my evenings brain in peace, wrapped in my blanket,
a glorious expression of a magician of sorts that woven it with colours of dreams.
I love watching the stars coming out, cucooing from their hiden spots.
I love skimming waves of rainbows and wind with my fingers.
I love to touch the air, feel the breeze and wind caress.
Under my blanket cover I find a sort of sunshine in the darkness.
Protected by it I can safely drift off to my mother’s voice and my father’s lullaby.
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