one time i woke up in a little room made out of the bottom of a tree. it had snowed a bit while i was asleep and you couldn't see nothing through the branches and you couldn't hear much either. the be

[paulbrown]

one time i woke up in a little room made out of the bottom of a tree. it had snowed a bit while i was asleep and you couldn't see nothing through the branches and you couldn't hear much either. the bed of needles was cozy though and there was plenty of warm air in there so i rolled over and rested with my eyes open. it was neat because the light outside was bright parking lot style light but inside the snow it was a nice orange glow. i put my feet up on the trunk and let the blood pool up by my brian. it felt good so i closed my eyes and topped it off."its peaceful in here aint it?" said the sweetest voice i ever heardi looked around but it was easy to see there wasn't anyone in there but me"its just me." said the tree"oh, how's it going?" says me"its a beautiful winter out here.""beautiful is the word for it ma-am"