THE BEAUTY IN MY DREAM

Sleep-time is one of the best periods I like. But I hate going to sleep because, when sleeping I do dream of having things that I'll wake up to find.

Far from pretence, words and actions express man's feelings and intents. Beauty may be by stratification but it depends solely on the beholder's judgement. And so I judge this beauty by its natural accompaniments thereof and rank it above all that has ever been and are yet to come except for my ignorance of the future for the past I refused to consult and the present I could not search far and wide or else I'll be guilty of hasty conclusion even as love exagerates. So I go swiftly with all my eargerness and humility to confess my feelings by my words and lay my proposals to this beauty and seek her acceptance. At the very minute of her promises and vows to me, a natural event unfolded. Then I looked around me, and i beheld the four great walls that surrounded me. It was perhaps too good to be real. Then I realized I was only dreaming.