I am posting this for Thursday Tales. The accompanying art is by Michaël Zancan at DeviantArt.
John had spent the entire evening daydreaming in his dorm room. He loosened his grip on the paintbrush and drifted off into a long dream. He could feel the gentle light of dawn caressing his arms. The walls opened up, and he basked in the hour of sunlight. Vegetation sprouted from the earth and grew along the four corners of his walls. He spotted beautiful, foreign creatures with wings as fairies. They flickered in shades of blue and teal and rested along his body. They spoke in hushed, little voices. John rested his head and marveled at their angelic song.
When John woke, the light had receded and descended into night. He could hear the muffled voices and cackles of his roommates beneath the door. He unearthed new longing and inspiration as visions of his dream came alive on canvas. Little fairies rested their wings on his mind. They burst in ripe colors as he painted feverishly through the night.