Overhead the clouds obscured the sun
Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing
It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways
Causing her to giggle with delight
And when the sun finally did come out…
Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun. Now where was that gold?
“Don’t you want to test it first?”
“Everybody does that. Where’s the excitement then?”
“Maybe in the fact you know the thing works?”
“Or maybe we wait till the crowd is here and see if it explodes!”
Crisp refreshment poured from the aluminum vessel.
Amazing that such a light thing could hold all that carbonation in.
Not that he could as he let a burp rip
Every day he tried to get to work on time, but he was always late
And every day his boss would threaten to fire him before letting him get to work
Risking his employment might not have been the smartest thing in the world, but he had problems
Look, he wasn’t a morning person, but he would work till well past midnight
You know what, maybe he wasn’t late, but since he worked deep into the night, maybe he was really…
There was just a little more to do, he was sure of that
It shouldn’t take long, but that was the same thing he said three hours ago
Now he was still in his chair staring at the computer monitor, wondering how to kill all the bugs
You would think it was a gargantuan task, but he liked his job and to him it was…
Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought
Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative
Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense
Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story
Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains
Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
Can’t take my eyes off you, you gorgeous thing
Really girlfriend, I want to consume you whole
Until you are all gobbled up. Yummy, yummy, yummy!
So get ready to have my tongue touch every single part of you, you…
Hot hot hot fudge sundae!
Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.
Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.
And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.
Yukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?
Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.
Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!
Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing
And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth
Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though
Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.
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