10 September 2012
Pink and orange tones light up the evening sky as a calmness and sleepiness crawls over the land. Lights switched on, curtains drawn, the inhabitants await for morning to dawn.
In a pretty pink room, a little girl sleeps a moonlight beam, through her window streams. Fairy dust is sprinkled, and she starts to stir waking from her slumber the room starts to twirl.
It stops, her eyes open wide in amazement a white unicorn stands before her, It's golden horn illuminating the room and all around jewelled flowers start to bloom.
Taking hold of its mane and swinging her leg she mounts. riding off to a far away land where the boundaries are her imagination and dreams become her own creation.
Then she hears a familiar voice "Poppie, it's time to get up." Was it all a dream, it felt so real and as her mum heads out through the door a smile, she notices the fairy dust sprinkled on the floor.
Imagination has no boundaries • Opuss № I