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Descriptive Essay About My Dream

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I dream Or, at least I think I'm dreaming, for when I wake I'm nowhere I recognize but somewhere I command. A palace of my own, a land I rule I breathe My breath fogs the glass, swirls of the pink cloud escaping into the room. Pink? I must be enchanted, enthralled with wonderment. I laugh The cloud darkens, romantic blush instead of wilted roses. I rise My chair legs scrap in the quiet, to loud and deliberate to fit the mood. I walk, giddy with excitement, klutzy with impatience, shaking with cold. I pant My breath a rosy cloud that follows like a puppy on my heels as I sprint down the hall, round the corner, up the stairs. I stop Where am I going, where is this place? I exhale, my breath the color of melted caramels. Confusion, it seems, tastes sweet. I shrug Shaking off my momentary hesitation, dismissing my befuddlement I continue, slowly, like molasses in the wintertime, soaking in my surroundings. The rich tapestries adorning the wall, depicting glories of the past. Plush carpet beneath my bare feet. Muted starlight through the stain glass windows. A door blocks my path. I open it. A bombardment of sensations greet me like a punch to the gut and I squint into the blinding new light. The melted caramel thickens, embracing me like a waking haze. I gasp Unbelievable. It's like an entire new world, and the caramel haze dissipates. The pink is back and darker than ever as I walk forward, stumbling on the stairs. Excitement It tastes like a sharp spice on my tongue, the

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