I laughed, and I laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing. The story that I heard reached every crevice of my soul. It whisked me off in a purple carriage to never never land, founded by the smiles of faith and woven by the golden threads of imagination. The fat pink clouds that hung above were giant scoops of ice cream, hovering above the children as they danced to the frolicsome breeze that tickled the leaves on the polka-dot trees. The sullen face of reality with its hopes mired to the ground, took flight, and brotherhood with its empty eyes embraced each others’ humor, as the bond grew tighter with each playful moment. I love these dreams of mine, for we shall forever laugh with them.