When I end up alone, at night, my friends always come to visit me. They give me sweet presents filled with colorful dreams and spirits. I unpack every present. One by one. Sometimes I stop to think what would happen if i had to stop unwrapping my presents but then I go on because I realize how evil it would be to do such a thing. I lie on my bed and my bed takes my shape to welcome my body. It feels so good when the things you love so much adapt to you so naturally; without any effort. Then I sleep. When I sleep I rarely dream. But when I do, my dreams are green.