The hand by Ella

I love stories especially adventure stories about mad and wonderful creatures, that my dad tells me. Every night I slip into my cosy warm bed hanging on every word he tells me. He tells me to picture stories in my mind. I can see a bright blue cloudy sky and in it is a magical dream catcher shaped like a hand to catch dreams and bring them back to his own world from the real world. The only way to find his world is with your imagination. As I rest my head down my fantasies drift away into the dream catcher's hand.