On Monday, I touched the silky, soft fur of a tiger which lurks around in the rainforest jungle.

On Tuesday, I noticed a silver shimmer in the corner of my eye sparks started exploding right where it was and then it just went dark.

On Wednesday, I dreamed of flying high into the sky wondering if I would fall down to the ground or stay high.

On Thursday, I gathered all the white feathers seeing if they would tell me the future or if I would die in battle or stay alive.

On Friday, I watched the yellow and amber leaves fall off the old oak tree as all to be seen was brown, lonely branches.

On Saturday, I tasted the divine soup of the trolls kingdom special.

On Sunday, I heard a wonderful song, sung by the tropical birds who were sat on my window sill.