An ordinary day.
She looked below her. The glass floors sparkling, catching light in their crystal, diamond, cat-eye-caught-on-camera kind of way. Below her, were clouds.
She was above, in this house. This house of porcelain walls, but glass floors. See-through, but there was nothing frightening. Just a dream of cotton candy sheets sailing by in the glow of the morning melting rays of honey sky.
No one else in the house. Just her, in the sky. Peaceful, silent, floating by. She could see the slight mirror of herself in her eyes, in the glass, on the clouds.
She lay down, wrapped around herself, the troubles of today and yesterday and that other day. All at once, it was gone. In the blink of an eye. Like a cat's captured in the night. A sheen of curiosity rippling over the glass of endless worries. But pushed away. No more would she think of those stresses. They were all now just puffs of long gone memories in the tightest corners of her mind.
It was time, for goodnight.
And that, was my dream the other day.
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