My land of fantasy

Millions of dots in beautiful colours as I lay in my bed when I was a child.. trillions of magical shapes and sizes.. was this my imagination flowing wild ? yet I reminisce trying to touch them as they descended down to where I lay.. but try as I might, these mysterious, marvellous manifestations simply were not solid.. more’s the pity.. to my dismay

Awe-inspired and sleepy eyed I raised my arms up in the air, wanting to catch what I espied, my dazzling display that floated there.. I saw dot-to-dot dainty baskets full of flowers & fascination.. butterflies, birds, toys and my favourite fancies.. was this some kind of an amazing hallucination ?

My pillow was full of beautiful baskets all made up of billions of kaleidoscopic dots..yet where an earth did all these go to ? my never-ending mind’s eye spectacular spots.. Oh how I wish I was a child once more, to live in the land of fantasy..tho looking back I realise that this was just the darkness bewitching me