this is a bed party wrapped in marshmallows it resembles soft lavender candies, a plump three-year-old girl is pressed against a moon-colored pillow, even the fluttering ribbons of the Blanket look like a fluffy cloud in which little dolls in nightcaps are hiding: with half-closed eyes, clutching them to their chests, some curled up into balls like lollipops, even a cake The teapot and kettle were wrapped in a blanket, and the kids next to them were even more animated: the one in the blue hat was blowing a pipe, the one holding the violin was swinging its legs while playing, the notes shimmered like soft bubbles. In my opinion, smiling faces are painted on the pillow, red socks stick out from the slippers, small flower wreaths, this is not a dream, it's just the dissolution of the sweetness of dreams in the clear air, even a yawn is shrouded in the softness of marshmallows