Dreams are funny things. Sometimes they have feathers, sometimes they are wooly, sometimes they lift me up like a bubble.
Do you think we’ve met before, in a dream we’ve both forgotten? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Time to be mean Lillia… did it work?
Humans cast a spell every night. Every time they fall asleep.
A yawn is a smile before sleep.
I’m not wearing any pants! Oh oh. So that’s what human nightmares are like.
I just had the strangest reality.
Our joy will plant a smile seed.
The humans forget so much when they awake.
I can’t stop from hiding, from being alone, but maybe, possibly dream, someone will be alone with me.
Dreams die when they’re held too tight.
A curly mind twists towards possibilities.