A box on a string (1)

I had this dream that made me smile for quite a while:
one sunny day I was walking my cardboard box.

Attached to a string it floated lazely before me in the air a few feet above the sandy road.
Birds whispered, grasses rustled in the distance, frogs were croaking.

I felt very happy with my box.
I liked the way he looked. He was my little friend….