Answer:Meandering between wakefulness and the dreamy-verse, I find myself transported to where perfect-easy smiles reign, with go-go boys in tight cut-off jeans, to where everyday is Christmas and every night is New Years Eve and where Excess is the order of the day
The company is excellent. A once-in-a-lifetime "hello which transformed into nights of contented cuddling, sugary bubblegum kissess and warm soul-embracing hugs which reached into the heavy lonely depths of your core.
The dreamy-verse is filled with colour. Colours, colours, colours and clapping-produced rainbows. Disco balls of every size brounced off prismic hues in the dark room making it shine brightly and as if the music knew exactly how the rainbows felt, it began its crescendo of uplifting strains to the heavy base thumpa-thump that keeps you grounded whilst you reached a high so smooth, so long, so whooooshing that you could reach up and kiss the stars.
After this, after Babylon, the City of Excess, the Garden of Earthly Delights, After buying rainbow coloured Elephants in a parade. After all this, I have happiest memories, light filled lucid dreams and i have the music buzzing in my head. But I miss my boy. The minute I stepped into wakefulness, in the taxi that brought me back to my plane, I missed him terribly. And I want to be with him again. To smile with him, to danceDANCEdance, to sleep in each others arms in bliss. Just to Be.