death is something in space

The night was cold in a galaxy close by. My bed was covered in blankets of newspapers from Mars to cardboard from Solar Corp to a spacesuit long misused. There was no money for heat nor heater or glow light to see by. I felt right before falling asleep that this could be heaven or a nightmare. I dreamed that night of a Snow Queen and her realm prancing sugar plums and a wild mouse holding a wand. My dream was continued by the window. Where I watched Jack Frost paint a picture of a forest in snow crystals on the spaceship's window. Not awaken with a start. I saw Scrooge run through the spacecraft haul I looked at the window and what did I see but a dream of a space green and blue turkey. My dream continued as the frost forest on the window came to life with wolves and moonlight. The situation from some play alright. I watched in awe how life went on. I dreamed on for very next day some person would say. He could have put on more blankets to stay.