Wrap me up in it. Spin me around. Let me see, the dawn. The glass, smooth, and clear, not a spot, from the deer. This glass, round and light, it's a very..strang site..because when touch..with more glass..it will suck it up.

Little Glass..why do you doo..why do you combine, the glass? Why do I, have to do this. Why oh why, cant I wake up!? Little Glass..shiny and new..I cant resist..but to touch you..come here..my sweet glass..and now-

GASP, what is this? I'm in the glass!? The walls are clear, the smooth fragile touch..the glass, the round light glass..has consumed me..it's creator..the green seeds at my feet..smell so good..that..sleeep..and dream..my glass tomb..

Got that from a dream I had.