There were hearts on a black sheet. Underneath the hearts were small little swirls that prettied it up a bit.
That black sheet overlapped a beautiful small bed belonging to a young girl. It sat in the center of a cute room at the top of the house.
She lay in that bed, a smile on her face as she dreamed of lollipops and bubblegum and all sorts of other innocent things…and things that will give you cavities.
Then she would wake to the sun coming through the window, bathing the pink walls in light.
She would stretch, yawn, then look out of the window, gazing at green treetops, rooftops with chimneys, blue sky, white fluffy clouds, and birds flying across the horizon.
It was so peaceful that she sat back against her bedpost and pillows, shut her eyes, and went to sleep again.