I’m dreaming myself far away. Further than the Hundred Years Ocean. Beyond Jutland.. Deep, deep, deep.. In the place where dreams are made.
I’ll build a castle of crooked branches and flattened pennies. I will eat meat and butter tarts. I will drink lemonade from gold-plated paper cups. If I shut my eyes and try hard enough maybe I’ll wake inside my dream.

Jeliza Rose, Tideland