Lightning Paradise was the local hangout joint where the group usually ended up spending the night.
Pink horses galloped across the sea.
Two more days and all his problems would be solved.
He wondered if she would appreciate his toenail collection.
She felt that chill that makes the hairs on the back of your neck when he walked into the room.
Iguanas were falling out of the trees.
His ultimate dream fantasy consisted of being content and sleeping eight hours in a row.