Sometimes I look foolish.
Mushrooms grow doors, keeping in behind are dreams of the forest. Big doors have HD dreams; small mushrooms keep imageless snores. Green doors store happiness, where Snow Whites sees her happy ending. Purple doors store adventure, where Alice finds the rabbit hole.
Super mushrooms are exclusively for Mario, these are rewards in recognition of bumps on his head.
There are dreamless nights, because doors may have jammed.
I look foolish, that have to continue for the rest of the week. Only until going door-to-door, collecting stories from the opposite sides on Sunday, I shall feel brighter, before being foolish again.