I had a dream last night. In the dream,I was awakened by a beautiful,buzzing,humming noise floating above my bed. I walk to the window and against the horizon I saw his long legs leaping, suitcase and trumpet in hand. I could see all the way to giant country. I could see the garden BFG was growing. He had fruits and berries, cauliflower and tomatoes. He refused to have Brussels sprouts, though. But snascombers were still growing at the side of his cottage. How else would he make frobscuttel? I saw the stone door and the crooked windows. His cape was hanging by the door. I saw the crow's nest and his sailor boat bed. I saw his rocking chair and the fire burning in the fireplace with a much nicer stew cooking. I could see the scattered pages of the book he was writing. He was happy,and I was happy. When I'm lonely, which is not nearly as often as before. I talk to him and he actually hears me, because BFG hears all the secret whisperings of the world.
Good morning, BFG!