While enjoying the world of dreams inside my red blanket .
This morning of the winter utters full of emptyness and Hollowness itself
This Sadness of morning gives the mourning thoughts
Whole the world outside my blanket,
Busy in making lie to each one of them .

Here I'm the only who feeling better by awaking late in the morning ,
And, Because I'm alone in my blanket and more happy than outside foggs which full of sadness and cold

After Knowing that nobody can talk to me while sleeping , I'm excited and enjoying my blanket There inside the world of my blanket I've
Nothing is to do for anything
I'm free to make any expression therein
No fear, no work, no food .
Nothing is there inside
Though this happening is still continue till...