When I was younger and couldn't fall asleep at night, I would pretend that my bed was a spaceship. It had a dome over it so that I could breathe, and it was simply furnished, containing only a Nintendo with Super Mario and a machine that made tacos. This was all I needed for a journey however many light-years long. So, I would sit up at the edge of my bed and play Super Mario on the imaginary Nintendo, and then I would take a break to eat a taco from the taco machine and look out of the dome at all the stars passing by. I would wonder, am I there yet? How much longer will I sit in my bed-bubble-spaceship playing Super Mario and eating tacos? But I never had a destination in mind.
It must have been a time travel spaceship because I always ended up in the next morning.
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You are such a beautiful soul, Christine.
I can't wait to see you and give you a big hug and not let go.
I agree with Susanna :)
I'm excited to hang out with you again! It's been too long...
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