In my most recent dream

Estelle and I were holidaying on a man made island

Which was one of six at the foot of the Navas Mountains

All six islands were naturiste and guests were isolated from each other by a simple grid

I was walking in the sea with Estella in an effort to recover from our long journey

It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to dip in the sky

A breeze had sprung up and was caressing our open wounds

For the first time in months Estelle and I felt relaxed and at peace

After we returned to the beach chalet we showered and sat on the terrace

It was then that I noticed a seagull carrying away my pale green shirt

I asked it what was the reason for such an obvious theft

And it informed me that this was common practice on the islands of the angels

I suggested that it took another shirt but the bird was adamant

That it preferred the green shirt as pastels suited the island light

It offered me a ladder covered in pink paint which was propped up against an adjacent chalet

After a little thought I gave Prince Charming the light green shirt and received the ladder in return