In the hall where shadows dance, and the walls know your name, anyone could hear giggles chasing echoes. “But not a trace, let go their hats please” said the tall shadow with a giggling broom. Puff, puffs of lavender mist swirled as she laughed.
“Do you want to float with the stars?” whispered a blinking little dot, resting its hands like some shy girl. “Above the tree-tops when the moon’s round like… uh cake!” bade her, eyes wide.
Silly Songs by the River echo soft and love-struck.
On the chariot of cloud-laden dreams, you could end up anywhere, perhaps even knocking at a door in a mirror maze!