this morning #274.

this morning, flickers of figments of her fickle imagination helped ease her on into the day in a way that suggested she was living in a fantasy world. mirages for miles & miles. even mister rogers’ puppets would’ve felt a little bit uncomfortable in the land she had created. if only a cadre of industrial little elves would come do her housework for her. she would let them do her job as well, but that seemed like a task designed for a wizard or druid. once her big book of practical spells arrived via amazon, she was fixing to summon up a whole horde of helpers to lighten the load. either that or she’d use it to bring fame & fortune to her magical realm. she’d go with whichever was easier.