I snuggle deep in the covers of my shape-shifting bed, far from the worries and expectations of the real world. Here, I can explore wishes, dreams and possiblities, without fear of the sharp criticism of the magpie crows, who sit in judgment of all that is not ordinary. I can drift down the Amazon or have frilly pink tea parties on the lawn. I can sleep in the tall grass while a butterfly rests on my nose. Too soon, I will need to rise and don the gray color of recession and reality...but for now, I will wrap myself tightly in a blanket of what-if's and happily-every-after's woven from my technicolor dreams.