[color:"orange"]I was so relaxed, so centered, and so completely bored that I began composing a lullaby:[/color]
[color:"pink"]Rock-a-bye BeeGee
On the cloudtop.
When the wind blows
The clouds cannot stop.
When the wind chills
The clouds will grow tall
And down come the raindrops
BeeGee and all!
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[color:"orange"]It was a soothing melody, but it tended to turn my clouds gray and lumpy. I decided that I didn't particularly like lounging on lumpy gray clouds, so I quit singing and set my mind to composing another song:[/color]
[color:"yellow"]BeeGee in the sky-yigh with diamonds!
BeeGee in the sky-yigh with diamonds!
BeeGee in the sky-yigh with diamonds![/color]
[color:"orange"]It sounded like a broken record (whatever that means), but I liked all the jewelry that was accumulating on my cloud. After collecting as many diamonds as my Bag Of Tricks could hold, I toned down my singing to something more soothing and introspective, although I began to suspect that I was recalling the song from somewhere in my deep dark past:[/color]
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,
blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom.
July is dressed up and playing her tune.
And I come home from a hard day's work, and
you're waiting there, not a care in the world.
See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen,
food cookin' and the plates for two.
See the arms that reach out to hold me,
in the evening when the day is through.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,
blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
I stopped singing.
I remembered how I got here, but I couldn't fathom exactly why I had lost touch with reality. I almost panicked when I realized that my comrades were probably facing death and disaster back in the Larian Dimension (I don't know why, but I called it that). Meanwhile, here I am lounging on a soft, comfortable, safe, welcoming, lazy, happy, fluffy, cozy cloud.
What was I thinking!?!?!
I need to find a way back. I need to find it right now!
