The colours kept changing, no matter how many times I pulled the lever.

The walls of the hotel room were false and could be pushed away to infinity; My legs hurt trying to push them.

Dream Girl was hiding in the maze. Everytime I got close enough to hear her, she would laugh and disappear. She had fairy wings and glitter on her face. I picked flowers and leaves for her, but she berated me for destroying the plants. I hung my head in shame, and she forgave me instantly.

We Smooched for hours and the hedges and plants grew around us, keeping us warm and dry when it started raining. Soon we were plants ourselves.

It hurt when we were pruned.