A Cowboy with a Golden Revolver

After a long sleepless night, the morning came and the phone ringed as a reminder to wake up and prepare myself for the big event that I'm heading toward with the greatest smile ever.
Colors all surrounding me, colors that even Van Gogh Vincent couldn't draw or explain. I set my coffee and head to prepare myself. Sounds, Echo's, vibrations, musical notes added to the colors harmony and life.
In this fairy atmosphere I zipped my coffee and left with my Sambo to the ultra sound.
We walked the silent road without adding much. The road beneath my feet felt soft, short, bouncy and empty, it was just a faces where I broke all human laws of nature from velocity to gravity, shape to solids and signature with my own name under the new laws.
That little room we were sitting in started to expand and with my imagination i start to push it larger and further complicated. It was pure magic where elephants could fly and cats could speak. The only truth was that with every second that passed I was deeper and deeper concerned, and in the end that started that moment I saw a revolver, and what a golden revolver, so I knew there's a little cowboy hiding to surprise me in June and bring us all the joy and happiness.

So A Cowboy with a Golden Revolver our prince Emanuel Raul Rogér Thomsson is going to be.