One day I woke up and everywhere I looked there were lions. There were lions curled up sleeping on my bed. One of them was curled up against my back. So I was warm, even though it was a cold night and the window was open.

Maybe that's how the lions got in -- I mean through the window. I don't think they came in through the door because it was shut and a lion's paws are no good for opening doors -- right?

There were lions all over the floor, two perched on the dresser and one on the night table. The lions were not just your every day lions that you see walking the street. They were every color of the rainbow and every age and they were smiling happily, although it frighted me somewhat because sometimes I would hear a low growl. But they were apparently intending no harm.

Have you ever seen a red lion or a blue lion or a black lion? Well, I'm sure you've seen a picture of a black lion. Wasn't it in a book on African art? Well anyway all those different colored lions were there in my room.

Maybe you are asking, "Why?". Well that's what I wanted to know and I said to them: "Hey, what are you doing in my room?". And they all laughed and laughed and then they all smiled at me. Finally one one them said: "Well, if you don't know, no one does."

So I thought to myself: "I know why those lions are here. I really do." and I believed that I did. But I still couldn't think why.

While I was thinking more lions were coming through the window all the time and the lions were forming different patterns with their different colors and shapes and sizes, just like a kaleidoscope.

"That's it. They are here because I want them to be." Just then I awoke from my dream about waking up. All day my thoughts were filled with lions and kaleidosopes.

THE END