The Night of the Comet

A bird swoops down from a nearby tree and lands on your windowsill. He begins to sing the sweetest of morning songs serenading you. You seem to be able to maneuver it this way and that using only your thoughts. So you lie back with your hands behind your head and you let the boat drift along through the different canals while watching the stars twinkle above you. It's like a show has been put on just for you in your dreams.

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