Once upon a time, I stood on a cliff. I didn't look down. I looked up. And there were clouds. I wanted so badly to touch them, up there, were they flew without fears or cares.
And then I woke up. I was in my hobbit hole, snuggled in the thick fluffy bed sheets that shrouded me from the rest of the world. Sometimes waking up to a rainy day feels like a story book. And story books always end with "and they lived happily ever after".
