Trapped in a grey beige environment steeped in the bright dullness of light. She craves release from the rainbow's bright colours burning her eyelids. Flickering flecks of black dance the sugarbear song across a sparkling shadow of light. She longs for the sweet smell of the ocean and the floating flotsam of the watery beach, an escape of sweaters and sunshine steel gliding over melted ice.Yawn, sleepy and unable to focus eyes without the bubbling drip of a well turned coffee bean. She is off to discover the awake land beyond the dreams of tortured lives and bloody wars. Reality floats somewhere inside of her and away from the conception of the constructed world delving into her dreams.