All around me, white clouds floated, gathered, swirled, formed. I reached my hand out cautiously and found the clouds moved at the touch of my hand. Where I pushed the cloud, it moved. Where I released my hand, the cloud stayed. I reached a foot out and stepped lightly. The cloud gathered beneath my bare foot as if it were solid ground. Tentatively I released my hold on the beanstalk. Held up only by the streaming clouds around me, I left the safety of my stalk and began to explore. There was no end to my shining wonderland. I was alone. No voice, no bird, no insect penetrated the silence. Here, I was queen.
As I walked among my fluffy domain, forms unfolded beneath my palms. I created hills and valleys, fields of open air. I delved into the thickest clouds to form caves of shimmering opacity. This world was mine and I molded it to reflect my dreams.
In time. The light began to dwindle. I realized I had spent all day creating my cloudy kingdom. Mother would be worried if I did not return for supper, so I rushed for my earthly tether and scurried down its shaft. As I passed through the floor of my kingdom, color exploded around me, the Hurd more vivid to my eyes than I had ever noticed before. In my kingdom, all flowed white. Below, the variant vibrancy overwhelmed my vision. I forced my eyes shut and let my fingers and toes guide me back to the ground.
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