I love to imagine that the sand-castle I built are a palace. I am the queen and the sea-shells are my gold. The dolphins laugh at my jokes and the mermaids are my people.

The conch shells are my communication with the pirates. The ones on the sea who aren’t evil and only dream of finding an ocean portal to some other dimension of powerful waves and sunken sea monsters.

My legs are no longer there and are replaced by turquoise fins. The ocean is my oxygen and the fish are my friends. No other place is called my home unless it’s the deepest part of the ocean.

I love to imagine that the trees are full of wisdom. The frogs will wink at me with a smile. The mushrooms sway with their curiosity for my arrival and the moss protects my bare feet.

When I sit in the trees, they use their branches to lift me up and I can talk to the leaves on top who tell me about all the drama of the butterflies.

Then the roots in the ground only trip me because they are telling me the right and wrong way. The exploring is different but meeting all the creatures is my favorite.

I love to imagine that the mountains are too high up for most and once I reach the top, I am the ruler of the cities below. The lights twinkle at my humor and the brilliance of the earth is bowing down for me.

The wind will push my hair back for me like a loving mother and the rough texture of the rocks will keep me from falling like a father. I feel at home up in the mountains that count as another land.

Then when it’s time to sleep, I can lay down on the caress in the middle of the creek. The stars will look down upon me and twinkle stories of curiosity and wonder to amuse my dreams away from nightmares.

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