Imagination

If you read this and I am not near, it simply means I am far, in that magical place called imagination.

Perhaps I will dine with the Queen in the Castle On The Hill.  We shall dine on the very best in all the kingdom.  And when we are done, we shall have such fun while we play hide-and-seek.  We’ll play all night, till the sun comes up.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will gallop through the forest on the beautiful unicorn.  We’ll ride as fast as the wind as we laugh.  We’ll ride until we are tired and then we’ll rest under the giant willow and tell each other our secrets.  No one keeps a secret like a unicorn.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will find my Prince (but I won’t kiss a toad).  We will dance and dance in the moonlight.  We’ll be so happy in our Ever After.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I’ll battle the dragon to save the Prince (a Princess can be brave too).  I’ll frighten him so, he’ll run home and hide beneath his bed.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will soar through the sky on the back of a winged dragon.  I’ll hold tight as we fly so high.  I’ll grab a star as we go around mars.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will dive deep into the ocean and play with the mermaids.  We will teach the dolphins tricks and put on a show for all the sea.  Oh what fun that will be.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will climb the tallest mountain around.  I will meet the snow creature and we will have fun building snowmen till dark.  He will offer me a bed in his cave at the top where we will sip hot chocolate and talk through the night.  He will tell me stories of the climbers he has seen and how not a one would stay to play.  It seems he can be quite scary to grown-ups.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will go to the deep forest.  I will search for the fairies till I find them.  It will not be easy they are so tiny.  They will fly around me and I will listen to each one.  They will tell me how the trees have stories, all you have to do is sit quiet and listen.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I will go and find a tree, any big old tree will do.  I will sit under the tree and lean against it and, just like the fairies said, I will sit and listen.  I will be as quiet as a mouse and wait for the tree to tell me its stories.  It will tell me about all that it has seen and all that it hopes to see.
         Or. . . .
Perhaps I’ll just stay here, it would be so lonely without you.