It’s good to be in the Evantonian Sanctuary.
Behind the walls.
As I look out of my cottage door,
I see the dock pointing to the lake.
Something is bothering me–
I’m not really sure why I’m here.
All I remember is my dream.
I’m going to pay a lot of attention to the past now.
I’m going to remember what I can remember.
The grass is green.
The lake has whitecaps.
I think I’m safe.
Miss Nurse and Doctor Armapple are my best friends ever.
Miss Nurse said my recuperative sleep was over.
It lasted a month which isn’t unusual.
It was a nice, healthful, programmed sleep, she said.
She is great. She always wears pink.
And it was a great sleep.
I remember parts of a dream I had.
I’m going to write it down.
I remember a town.
It’s name was Linkyshire.
I think that’s a great name for a town.
The sun is raining in through my window.
I feel greatly refreshed.
Today is going to be great.
It is Badminton Day.
I’m going to prove to the badminton judges
just how good I am.