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How curious it is just to be, just to exist within oneself and objective reality.
I frolic between the daisies and tip my fingers into the cow's milk.
The sun shines in my hair and there are strawberries everywhere.
A toadstool grows before me for me to set upon.
I arch my back to look behind me unto the fragrant ground.
The corpses of half eaten beetles here and there produce a slight stench not easily found.
As mother earth welcomes her children back she creates new like that astounds.
I press my finger to my lips in precarious wonderment.
The sight of the sky uplifts me so then I look down from my toadstool once more.
To the fairy kingdom does my mind explore, until I wake from a lucid dream.
Blue pollen of light lifts from the ground to my knee, sparkling for me to adore.
From my daze, do I wake again, but this time in a spider's court.
I'm bound and not too far from me is a sack of eggs on the spider's web adorned.
I am bound and in fright and reach a state of fight-or-flight. The mother sees me squirm.
And out hatches a little tiny one, free of deformities, with eyes just born.
I wish to screech but my mouth is covered, then a blanket is unwrapped from my body.
I am still asleep, just another dream, and my brother, the troll uncovered me.
I was tied from a blanket of silk like a tightly wrapped hold of Selene.
But coming to, I still could not wake up, and from the web I fell to the floor.
I never really woke, until there was nothing more.