Ever find yourself lost in the folds of a moment, standing in a sunlit kitchen pondering over that peculiar dream... or was it a dream?
Yesterday—or was it Tuesday?—I saw a cat wearing a tiny top hat. As you do. It nodded knowingly, perhaps it had deep secrets about time.
Shadows flickering on the walls reminded me of an evening long past, laughter echoing, but who was it echoing with again? Paths unseen, journeys inside.
Sometimes I think the wind talks back, whispers in the chill that creeps under my collar. It's probably just the trees... or maybe something else entirely? Curious happenings, bold stories.
Remember that one time at band camp... No, wait, I've never been to band camp. It was a camp for unusual socks, or was it?