Bunny has dreams that no one knows anything about. but here is a taste. Bunny wants to quit life. she wants to leave this concrete prison. Bunny wants to go to an island and live there. somehow she will have food and books and thread and fabric and all the things she will need to survive, BUT magically she will never have to leave her island.
if someone wanted to visit, they could get dropped off here. Bunny says, "be careful."
she even has her outfit picked out. the Bun is ready to become a recluse. she is ready to go off to an island that is all her own so she can paint and sew and write and sun herself to warm her aching joints and hear the gulls and feel the ocean on her little feet and talk to and dream of her Carl Dragon, .......
and easily see her moon.
If once you have slept on an island
You'll never quite be the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name.
You may bustle about in street and shop,
You may sit at home and sew,
But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go.
You may chat with the neighbors of this and that
And close to your fire keep
But you'll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep.
Oh, you won't know why, and you can't say how
Such a change upon you came,
But - once you've slept on an island
You'll never quite be the same.