I dream of catching whiffs of bubblegum roses in the nets of my nose.

I leap into a puddle as the twinkling dewdrops trickle up my clothes.

The colours of hot air balloons are dotting skies like a splatter of paint.

Giggling umbrellas all flip upside down without the winds of restraint.

Blades of grass cut through the crisp airs that send away a myriad of kites.

Then I clasp my hands and whisper, “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight.”

Someone hears me, blessed with sunkissed moonbeams, a sophisticated stature.

I yawn sweetly and find my home again, entangled in my dreamcatcher.