Oh, but
Webster 1913,
dreamy is so much more than that, so
gloriously much more.. it's
beautiful it's enrapturing, it's something that is so
infinitely intriguing that it doesn't even fit under the heading "
reality". It simply encompasses everything that a
perfect dream would be. Thus, I would have to say the way the trees are swaying in the
wind outside my window just now, with a
gorgeous pink backdrop from
the rising sun.. it is, well..
dreamy.
And
on that note.. I've got some sleeping to do, and some
dreaming and possibly some
dreamy sleeping. Oh,
blissful day that carried on for so much longer than I thought you would.. but you
held so much more for me than I had originally thought you would.
Bless you for that, and for keeping me
awake long enough to see the way the sky fades from
orange, to
pink, to
blue'y gray..
If I didn't know better.. I'd almost think I saw a
coconut hanging from my
apple tree. Yes, yes.. I'm coming
Mr. Sandman, just give me a minute or two to enjoy the dreamy
sunrise..