The night sky was a glassy expanse of dark blue.
The waves had yet to break at the edges of cotton; lilies and orchids twinkled with them, opening their petals one by one, shinning brightly. Some fell to the world below, those were called shooting dandelions. If you made a wish upon one, it would come true.
In the morning, I have to sow Suns.
The sugar soil is perfect for Suns this year.
I stood for a long time gazing at the marvel of my world, then turned around, unraveled the door and went to sleep on my soft caterpillar.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day.
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