there really is no secret to the big mystery, she contemplates on a cornflake in a sea of milk. floating on her crunchy ship she thinks to ask the illustrious one to join her. chewing a salt-water taffy chew looking abroad to the purple sunset, the divine being sits beside her. she smiles without looking at the being, chewing softly with a smirk—a little dimple in the crease of her lips. careful with her thoughts, as she knows the being knows them without speaking. ask the question! she yells in her mind. the illustrious one curious as to the contents of her bag, knowing the contents very well, asks for a salt-water taffy chew. too excited to resist she fumbles one over to the being. unwrapping the wax paper chew, the illustrious one slowly inserts and begins to gently/softly chew the candy.
after several moments or years, so much happens in a moment and wonderful moments like these seem endless. the divine being speaks to her, I don’t give religion much thought nor do I care for church either, but this salt-water taffy chew, sitting next to you on your cornflake raft, will be something I dream about often, thank you. the being disappears as the last word is uttered. she smiles and floats on.
“little one” a monstrous female voice bellows and quakes her milk sea and knocks her crunchy ship over. she struggles for breath as milk splashes in her mouth “little one” again! the milky sea turns to black and for her the nightmare begins again. the darkness is an enormous wave cresting over her head...she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and sinks. little one, have you finished your breakfast. time to get you to school!
a horribly stinky kitchen with awful hard chairs made of wood and yucky pictures on the wall are the first things she sees as she opens her eyes. clothes made of hard scratchy paper touch her neck, and she hates how tight they feel around her neck and the sleeves are too short then too long. and her shoes are to tight then too loose. getting ready to go is something that just eventually happens, an event created by a frantic amateur promoter.
this day like most causes a queasy feeling in her belly. her appetite is nullified by the nutrition she encounters in her dreams. she forgets all when she sees the school. it too has little to offer her—her only joy in school is when she escapes in dream, for school has many opportunities for a dreamer to dream.
