Back in Ottawa

So my attempt to run away in search of super powers has left me empty handed and a bit disenchanted...

My childhood bed where I have been spending quite a lot of time recently, you see, was once the magical vessel which took me on adventures that would simply blow my mind. It would become a raft carrying me down a peaceful bubbling brook past feilds of tall grass, the fresh and free aroma of wild flowers would fill the air, the joyus singing of birds in the nearby weaping willow trees swaying in the cool breeze would bring an all engulfing sense of contentment over and through me.

It was where I would wait for my prince to rescue me. He would pick me up into his strong embrace and shelter me from the falling debree as all around me would crumble into dust. We would gaze into each other's eyes and ride off into the sunset to begin our happily ever after.

I would glide over breath taking scenic landscapes on my "magic carpet". I would lounge amongst the clouds, watch the stars sparkle, dance in the rain, bathe in the sun rays (At this point I was un-notified of the harm of these rays... )

My pillows surrounding me made for a fortress so strong (made strong by the magical spell put forth upon it by my guardian angel). I was safe from all who may attempt to cause me harm. The pillows were my walls, and I was safe.

If I was to put the covers over my head... I would vanish into thin air. I was free from any and all troubles as long as I was hoping hard enough and believing strongly enough and holding the blankets up and over with enough drive... I could disappear.. yet never fear lonelyness.

I was unable to disappear this time around. Some of the magic seemed to have faded. My quest is to recapture it and if possible transport it here to Ottawa so I can once again role into a cluster of pillows, warm and shaping. To have the feeling as though I am being cuddled back, safe, and once again... on an adventure... not alone... safe.

My goal shall be reached ;)