I woke up, and looked up at the sky. It was blue, not like the London gray, but hadn't I slept in my own house the night before? Why wasn't I cold? It felt like it was the middle of summer, not the dead of winter. I got to my feet, and noticed I was wearing a sundress, a yellow-orange sundress. I looked around and I found I was in a large green meadow. I looked back at my bed that was standing in the middle of it all. It was odd, almost queer. I wasn't a child, yet I was having a childish dream. There were chairs floating through the sky, as well as pictures of monkeys, like people posing for portraits, the monkeys were posed strait and proud. There were rabbit pictures and mouse pictures and a picture of a queen dressed all in red with hearts. She had a rather predominant head, very large for her small neck. I then saw a peculiar picture float by. It was in the largest of frames. The portrait itself was immense, pertaining to a portrait of a man with fiery red-orange hair that stuck up on the sides. It somehow was so humorously serious that I could tell whether to laugh or not. The hat upon his head was beautiful as well. It was a greenish maroon with pink ribbon. I liked it. For me to like something was odd indeed. I was unusually quiet and shy, and usually twirling a finger up in my orange hair. But this portrait seemed to be so moving to me that I found that I liked it. I watched the man in the portrait, thinking of how he looked sad, yet mad, angry, desperate, loony, and loving all at the same time. I smiled at the portrait and it seemed to smile back. I left the dream to enter the land of Nod, where sleep was dreamless, and wondered, who was the person in the portrait? Why was he in my unusual dream?