I DREAMT OF TALL SEQUOIAS

She would come to my bedside to comfort me with tender words when my fears of the dark and its nocturnal demons prohibited possibilities of a pleasant night's slumber. Upon warm reflections her gentle voice would ferry my thoughts to far off fanciful lands. As she spoke, I'd close my slumberous eyes and we'd walk amidst towering trees that soared into sumptuous skies filled with soft and billowing clouds. Nothing to be afraid of in this forest. Beyond the enchanted grove, the night promised only pleasant dreams and a beautiful vision--a set of Stampscapes