* ~A.A. Milne
I used to find myself dreaming a lot. Dreaming of what I wanted to be and how I wanted to make it happen…
Mostly I day-dreamt about the future instead of working or studying. I knew exactly how I wanted things to be, how I wanted them to look, the colours, the perfumes, the music… I felt what I wanted to feel.
Then I fell down from my soft white cloud.
At the beginning I thought I could fly back up to it and I tried really hard to do so till I realized my wings weren’t but arms, so I crashed down to the ground. Once on the ground, hurt and sore, I looked up and couldn’t see my cloud any more.
Trying to find my way on the ground I passed rivers and lakes, but also thick forests. During my walkabouts I met all sorts of animals. I saw some squirrels just passing by, mostly not even looking at me at all, rabbits and bunnies waved at me from the other side of a lake, and I even met a deer or two that smiled at me wishing me luck on my journey.
But mostly I met wolves and snakes. I didn’t even realize how thick the forest was till I saw all the wolves around me. At first I thought they were dogs, but soon enough I understood there was nothing loyal about them, and their teeth were very sharp. I Tried to defend myself but it didn’t work, I got wounded, and quite deeply so.
I don’t know if I had under-estimated the power of wolves’ teeth or over-estimated my ability to defend myself but either way, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t find my cloud through the dark sky of the thick thick forest. At some point I even thought I had imagined my cloud and I have actually been in the forest the whole time. I kept walking.
At a certain point, in the middle of the forest I got to a clearing. I could see the blue sky, some clouds and even a bird. The bird came down and gave me a balloon. It was red, but it was empty. She gave me the red balloon and left, tweeting all the way up to a cloud that was quite similar to mine, almost as beautiful, but so far I couldn’t really see the colours or hear the music.
I kept on walking with the empty balloon in my hand. The forest was thick, but every now and then I saw the bird flying between the trees. After a while I realized there were no more wolves around me. There were still some snakes on the trees every now and then, but the forest wasn’t as thick as before and I could see a piece of the blue sky when trying really hard.
Every now and then the bird came to me, poking my empty balloon and tweeting, as if she wanted to tell me something.
Suddenly a strong light stroke me. I was standing at the end of the forest. It was scary, because I got used to the darkness, and the strong light hurt my eyes. I fell down to the ground and saw that it wasn’t as hard as it seemed when I first fell from the cloud. It was covered with soft green grass and it had a fresh smell. I took my red empty balloon and got up, for the first time trying to understand what to do with it.
I walked some more till I noticed the bird going up to that cloud again. I decided I had to go see it myself. I was afraid and didn’t know how I could get up there, so I went on thinking about my balloon. Then it came to me: I could use the balloon to go up to the cloud. But then I was scared again… what if an eagle comes and blows up my balloon while I’m hanging on air and I fall back again? But then, if I don’t get closer to the cloud I will never see the colours or hear the music… I decided to blow some air into my balloon to see if it is strong enough. I did it slowly and carefully. When It was full it started carrying me up.
I’m going up slowly because I decided it was safer this way. Lately I’ve started hearing some music… It is soft and calm. And the colours… oh the colours! There must be a million different shades! I’m sure I will get there some day, but for now, I’m enjoying flying around getting slowly closer to the cloud hoping when I get there I can live it to the fullest.
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So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher
Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the Forest.
“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said.
“Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.
“I wonder if you’ve got such a thing as a balloon about you?”
“Yes, I just said to myself coming along: ‘I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?’ I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.”
“What do you want a balloon for?” you said.
Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: “Honey!”
“But you don’t get honey with balloons!”
“I do,” said Pooh.