how I'd spend time, if I could |
if everyone left me to my own devices, and I could map a formula for a perfect day, when I woke, I’d not bother to dress (clothes are for company). I’d curl in my sweats under a blanket pile, with a book stack waiting to be read, and I’d devour them, (no food today, no calculations or blood sugar testings) until my mind filled with characters cavorting across my mind’s stage, Tiffany Aching crossing wits with Miles Vorkosigan, Amelia Peabody’s parasol dancing with Sherlock Holmes’ violin, until my mind was full and passed into dreaming, and to clear my head I’d screw my eyes shut, so tight that a kaleidoscope spilled color on my eyelid’s, and I’d follow the greens and yellows and reds until the changing hypnotized me into sleep again, my day complete. line count: 30 Prompt for: Jan 27, 2016 ▼ |