Eiríkur's house.

I still used to oversleep because I kept too long time dreaming. My dreams were my shelter.
 My vault of dreams was safe and cozy as an empty shoe box.
I was the new one, the strange one. I accidentally tried to keep the distance, but these humans are too warm inside.
Everyone was the shelter of everyone there, because sharing dreams with others is much better.
Eiríkur, by his own way, did a great work with all the trees out there. Laugardalur is beautiful now.

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