Description
When I was a child I was quite a daydreamer (still am).
I had this wonderful image of my perfect world.
There was a protective dome over my world. In this safe, colourful and beautiful world were the people I loved and cared for, mostly my family.
This dome kept out all the people I didn’t like, or those I considered evil.
As a child, my easy escape was reading. If you look closely there is a person reading, and two other figures resting, being totally relaxed in their beautiful and safe world.