The Dream Comments

She closes her eyes and thinks of beautiful rainbows and flowers. She tries to grasp them, but it's nothing she can touch
and nothing that anyone else can see. She sighs and sits down in her mind - humming to her favorite song, a lullaby.
A voice derives by her ears; as she listens closely, she hears a man whispering her name. She glances around,
trying to look for the man whom has been murmuring to her, but not face-to-face where she can see what he looks like.
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