Thursday

whisper o n e


she discreetly whispers to her bunny bea about the dream she dreamt last nighttime underneath those beautiful starry stars. she tells bunny bea about the pixie people and the autumn branches and the freezing ripples across the icy cold lake. she could peer through to the snow white swans amongst the tall prickly bulrushes. they explored her thoughts together whilst sipping milk less tea and nibbling on strawberry creams