So cozy I can spend my time now here in this relaxing, sleepy dimension. I don't fit in the world of the sleep machos i call them proud sleep-Napoleons. They spread their anti-sleep propaganda quite effectively, conquering the worlds.
I need another few hours to dream, so I plan to spend it here in this parallel universe. I am at a river bank. Beautiful forest-ish landscape around. I have a bed boat—or is it a bed mattress? Actually, I think it’s both. So I place my heavy body, weighing exactly 34 079.8 Earthian pennyweights. Now I am ready to go on the sailing-sleeping-dreaming trip.
You will say, "Uff, it’s dangerous!" and I will answer, "No, it’s not. Everything is made here for your successful sleep journey." You can’t drown because the water here is made of anti-drowning liquid.
Then you’ll say, "But what if a crocodile eats me?" For the first: here lives only the kindest type of crocodiles. And at this time of the day, they are too busy with their important tea parties to bother with you.
By the by, you can take a cup of tea with Bear-Ga-and-Mamont or Jazz-Mint before bad —it stands on the nighttable which is near the riverbank, waiting for you.
If you need more pillows or blankets, open the nighttable and pick up the one you like, i recommend the white one made of fluffynnel fabric.
You will also see the stairs; they lead you down to the Afternoon Tea Pub. But I do not recommend this watering hole to you. They serve yesterday-afternoon tea and scones made of stones but today is today. And you want todays aftenoon tea, right?
And don’t worry— the clocks on the time-trees will wake you up when the Time is ready.
So, I’m lying on my bad-boat, slowly floating on the river, covered with a fresh-smelling white havy-blanket. The night music is ON: crickets, gurgling water, owl hoots: Good night. And i hear with my sleapy ears that a crocodile sitting on the beach, staring maybe at me.
And suddenly, he’s in the tea pub, drinking coca-coffee-colada??!!. He looks at the clock. He’s very late, he should hurry up… or is it me who’s late? Am i a crocodile? Or am i me? Or both? Oh, no, I am very late. So late, in fact, i will never in my life get on time.
But no hurry no worries, suddenly I realized my thoughts are crossing each other like tangled ribbons of different colors, creating brand new color, i never saw before. And I finally understood: I am on the highway to my Dreamland. Yoohoo! So happy, so relaxed!