The dream arrived promptly at six o'clock.
Never bothering to knock, it rushed past the door and went straight for the kitchen.
The refrigerator was tired from running day and night; it wasn't about to give in to the whims.
It was a crowd of permanent markers that jumped to the beat.
Letting the wish become a fantasy.
Then finally a ghost.
Have a fearless Friday!
No comments:
Post a Comment