Honey on toast, honey in tea, I like it sweet, you know that's true, there ain't nothin' sweeter than the thought of you, he sang to himself as he rounded Gamla Stan, rounded, get it? That square castle. My dreams were of Denmark, statue of The Little Mermaid, but we ended up near the arctic circle. Now he's back in Stockholm; I'm in our room dreaming of the Viking vampire, melting the sheets at the ice hotel.
by Elissa Gordon of Elizabeth