I was in Tenerife. It was the sleepiest of sleepy days.... away off in the flaming sunshine The  sea was a clear azure blue

through a shimmering veil of heat tinted with a purple of distance; a few birds floated on the lazy wind

All the summer world was bright and fresh,and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart....

there was a cheer in every face, and a spring in every step.The locust trees were in bloomand fragrance fof the blossoms filled the air.the morning sun was streaming through the crevices of the curtains when I awoke. Awarm glow pravaded the whole atmosphere of the appartment and a single big bluefly buzzed musically around it. besides the buzz of the fly there was not a sound.Outside below me all the summer world was bright and fresh,and brinning with life.there was a song in every heart....there was a spring in every step. The olive trees were in bloomand the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. I was back home where I belonged. Suddenly I heard the unmistakable yapping of Spencer and as I awoke It dawned on me Yes i was only dreaming dreaming of a new life away from all the back stabbing two face people who claim to be my friends in my world with friends like mine who need enemies the sooner I can get awy from all this the better.