I had a good dream. A dream more lovely than any flower. As the cold breeze came in, I pulled up the blankets and as I opened my eyes, it was today. Before I knew it, the season had changed

White skies and blue fragments of cloud. A place where I could draw anything I wanted. Will I be able to see you again? Will you come to me again?

Faraway things always look beautiful. If I move closer, what will the world show me? 

[Credit goes to -Hope and squishyblob @weheartiu]