One day i was stranded in an unknown beach The sun was smiling, laughing with the clouds, while the wind chimed in There were rows of houses painted in vibrant colors. they looked like made of candy, so much i could eat them Behind them there was a mountain where people went for hiking Surrounding the island was a vast sea peppered with ships, trading spices, or rolls of silk, or silverware, or even a baby manticore It felt like i landed among the pages of a bedtime story book, yet uneasiness creeped in… Was it a mistake that i didn’t want to leave, for i have to wake up and go to work?