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Carousel Of Dreams
In the departure lounge of wakefulness, she’s drowsy in between worlds. Her thoughts spinning, foggy visions of white horses moving up and down, a joyful ride on a merry-go-round to the cadence of enchanting music, softly enticing dreams.
Light integrates with darkness as starry chandeliers illuminate with a brightness that gradually increases in intensity, a strong invisible force pulling her in. She rides the waves of rainbow-colored lights that surround her on this dark, cold night.
She’s moving up and down again on the carousel, his arms warm around her waist. She wants to be the star that dances in his eyes when his smile turns her way. They ride from love to love; the world blurring in the background, spinning away in a forever moment of golden hues.
Their laughter is like ripples in a pond rising upwards, escaping as fireflies into the night air. It feels like summer with music in full blast, summoning radiant, dazzling smiles.
Out of nowhere, she feels a sudden panic as she turns toward the ambient light. There’s no mistake. The last song is ending, the music is fading and her horse is slowing down in a prancing formation. Dancing ribbons of multiple colors descend and lie flat as the wind dies. No, she doesn’t want this to end. It couldn’t be her last ride. It’s not over. Who is going to catch her when she lands?
