Purple silk brushes my face like fingertips. Hovering over my eyes the intertwined cells grasp one-another with their warm embraces. Scents of floral perfumes engross me and float my subconscious mind to a habitation of spectacular honey. Let me nest with this passion in these visions of stillness.
Take my good luck into your peace of light. Willing hopeful wishes into your grand fortnight. Release the lucky spark to others in your world, for I have given you a time to make your pearl.