i could happily stay in bed all day and dream of all the pastel cotton candy clouds and pale mint chocolate chip whipped ice cream in sugar cones and gallant white horses galloping through fields of old man's whiskers. i would dream of peach floaty dresses and sparkly gold tights and tall princess crowns with floating ribbons trailing behind. i would dream of toadstool houses and mountain top castles with soft daily snowfalls and visits from Mr Tumnus and golden trinket boxes filled with pink powdery turkish delight.
yes, tomorrow. let's stay in bed.