As I stood there dumbstruck, he took me by surprise as he lifted me in his arms and started to fly. Soaring up in the sky, with his warm skin touching mine and the cool breeze from the wind, I noticed that the sky was cloudless and, for some reason, it always had a hue of pink. As he flew, I got a good look at his body; it was not like mine, it was much harder and, in a way, so unrealistic. He was like a mannequin but an animated one. The trees had no leaves, which I could now see up close; they were like emeralds, stone-like. In no time, we reached my cabin; he landed softly but still carried me in his arms and walked without being restless, as if I were made of paper, origami. He walked inside the cabin; he was huge for the place, but...