And troll dreamed of floating.
A weightless troll with nowhere to fall.
He saw a flurry of colour out of which emerged some rare, precious jewel that seemed to him all jewels in one.
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He held it, and felt it to be weightless.
And troll dreamed of the gentlest stroking that started at his toes and moved up his legs, over his portly tum, and ended in gentler, ever gentler circles that were like the tiniest of kisses on his face.
And he reached out to hold the hands that were touching him and felt them to be no heavier than a sigh.
Troll, incredulous, sighed and knew he was asleep.
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