When I was a kid, I used to love the song “Dreamland” by Bunny Wailer from his album Blackheart Man. On days like today, I can hear his voice calling out from a far, “There’s a place that I have heard about, so far across the sea …” And in my mind, I can see that distant land in the shape of my bed as if it were an island continent, beckoning me to be coddled beneath her blankets. My bed is my Dreamland, and it is a heart-wrenching struggle to depart with her each morning.
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