I woke up from my slumber, as the tranquil night sky gazed at me like never before. A small pond ahead of me gallops with frogs and fireflies as the cold blue moon shines rays upon it. Beyond the pond are burrows making a dent on the earth. Rabbits and other small creatures gallop as the serene moon shines softly on their tails. It was tranquillity like I never experienced. I strayed off from my thoughts for a moment, asking myself if this was too good for my luck to be a dream. As I strayed back into what I thought to be reality, a fox had come up to me, as though unafraid that I may hunt him like the Britons of old. He stood sniffing me for a few seconds, the only sane thing the fox has done while beside me. After believing that I was safe to stay by, he sat down, looking over the pond and to the burrows of the rabbits, untroubled and unaware of a fox which may strike them. Unbeknownst to me, as I continued to watch the rabbits dancing along their burrows, the fox fell asleep, it's head leaned on my leg as my back leaned along a large pine tree.

I kept thinking that I was right, I kept thinking that this really did have to be a dream. My life was never and will never be like this, all of this has to be nothing more than a dream showing me a fracture of what paradise is really like. Paradise which I shall never see in this life as a living soul, paradise which has been known, yet, unknown as which shall answer all questions of doubtless faith. This was paradise, but a dream of the paradise, a dream of a world I shall never see.