

...And at night I had a wonderful dream: Fire, Water and... a leather βfluteβ π on which I played an enchanting melody π. The dream was so realistic, - like in reality, that I clearly remembered the hard mouthpiece of this magic flute, and even the aftertaste π. And so I, like a fairy princess, π awoke from a hundred-year sleep: I yawned sweetly, stretched like a wildcat and threw aside the blanket π». Then, for a while longer, idly, as if shaking off the remnants of a foggy dream, I sit on the bed in a large white T-shirt. π Sharp nipples are showing through the thin fabric.π And my legs are nice, as if yesterday I had traded them to the sea witch for my sweet voice.π§ββοΈ