The End Of Story

There is a Little Green Dragon.

Her name is Lisa.

She is very cute; you wouldn’t expect it from a Dragon.

Do you think she is big?

Actually, she is tiny.

You can easily fit her into your secret pocket.

But.

She isn´t an ordinary Dragon.

When you go to sleep at night, she grows.

She gets out of your secret pocket (if you forgot to take her out and put her on a night side table, that is) and she puffs up in size.

Then, she spreads her wings and becomes a Mountain.

As she spreads her wings and blows sweet rose scented smoke out of her mouth, you dream.

You dream magical dreams of happiness.

Of the lilac Amethyst shore and the snowy white Milky Sea. Your favourite sea back home.

It is always so quiet and peaceful, lulling you to rest with its breathing tide.

Centuries of Light years are between you and them: the Amethyst Rocks, the snowy white Milky Sea, the Emerald Waterfalls and the rose and blue Suns of your Universe.

You long forgot the coordinates.

Besides, occasional space vagabonds seem to speak of the big explosion on the Lilac Amethyst Planet.

They even mean, you are the only one left.

There were no witnesses, just the intergalactic rumors.

And your ancient heart sinks at their sound. You feel homeless.

But there is a Little Green Dragon named Lisa.

And every time she puffs up in size at night and spreads her wings to become a Mountain, every time the rose scented smoke of her mouth wraps you up in a soft blanket, you take off.

And you fly.

You return.

You dream the End of Story.