Do you remember running on a sunny day? The grass was so green.
Wait, was it really sunny? Or was it a dream?
Flowers laughed and clouds danced by.
Once, I saw a clock melting. Time dripped like ice cream.
There, it told secrets of yesterday, whispers floating from the future.
Here is a sofa made of whispers. Have a seat? It might crinkle dear like old pages that smell of warmth.
Did you ever wonder what it is like to ride a fish in the clouds?
Or maybe jump into bubbles filled with laughter?