4am

The beauty isn't one that can be seen or heard. In fact, that is exactly it. The serenity. The darkness.
Everything slumbers, and nothing is aware of how absolutely perfect it is.
The world is still.
It's a magic that isn't intended to be felt by anyone.
Encompassed by infinity yet completely isolated.
It's the closest I can come to peace.

I was really tired last night, so I decided to turn in early. I had a bath and stuff, cleaned my teeth and put on my pyjamas. I got into bed, but it was way too hot, so I took off my t-shirt and duvet. I laid back and began to think of what tomorrow might bring.
No sooner had I closed my eyes than I awoke to the sound of birds. I couldn't see for a bright light shining in my eyes, but as I sat up, it became apparent that I was no longer in my bed. I was sitting on lush, soft, green blades of grass; a square patch of it, just big enough for me to lay in. I rubbed my eyes and pushed the hair out of my face, only to notice that I was wearing a black suit with a white shirt. A black tie lay on the ground a few feet away, so I put it on and stood up. I was surrounded by fences and bushes, like a very small garden, but behind me was a shed.
Since I could not see anywhere else to go, I opted for the shed. I pushed open the dark red, woodden door and peered inside. There didn't seem to be any windows, but everything was illuminated with a strange, yellowish light. There was a typewriter on a desk and a chair lying on it's side. I took a step inside he room and closed the door behind me. I picked up the chair as a mound of dust fell to the floor. It made me sneeze.
I sat down and began to type.
"Frank will be at one-one-seven-two-nine"
I then took the yellowing paper out of the typewriter and opened the door again. I went back out to the grass and laid down. I closed my eyes for a while before sitting up again. I took off the tie and threw it into a bush. I reclined again and shut my eyes.
I didn't wake up.

The Search

The final part in Stanley's trilogy.

Getting there.

The dark clouds reflected on the water became great whales under the surface as I approached the cliff. I knew that I couldn't scale it alone, but that's why I had my umbrella. It wasn't easy, but with a little help from the grass I was on a wooden pathway in no time. The sharks were still following me, but they couldn't be seen. I knew they were there, though.
After a few hours of walking I stopped for tea. It was quite tasty, but the penguin preferred coffee.

Luck

Another video by Stanley.

Teary fail.

I saw a male giant and a female pirate at the supermarket. Surprisingly, their children looked neither large, nor swash-buckling. Still, I bet no-one fucked with that family.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

A video by Stanley the Socially Awkward Snail-Man.

A pond that no-one can see but me.

I jumped into a swimming pool at 3.50am this morning. I swam until there was no more water left in it. There were people on inflatable armchairs floating on the surface, and they threw snowballs at me when it was empty. I tried to fill it up again with a hose, but by the time I had found a tap, it had already been re-filled. The floor mocked me.

I'll get that bastard floor one day.