I once went sailing on an ocean of blueberry pudding, and when I reached the horizon, I spread my diamond dragon wings and flew into the ether. Now I live on the moon with the rest of the weirdos.
We live communally, and it's my week to make dinner, so I'm slicing purple potatoes while the elephants and ewoks play dress-up. The pianolin plays itself, with a company of accordions and cellos.
Sometimes it's sunny, others it's dusky, but we're never lonely or yearning or lost. When the sickness creeps in, we take turns flying backwards and down, to taste the blueberry pudding salt water from which we came.
We always leave lilies as thanks.
