"And then, she said something about a clock that runs backwards." He laughed, "Makes you forget to sleep!"
"I swear the cat spoke to me!" She replied in urgency, "In rhymes, about the moon's secrets."
He paused and whispered, "The purple umbrella’s purpose is never what you expect it to be…”
"Do you think the lights are alive?" she asked, eyes wide with revelation. "Dancing to their own rhythm!"
"Listen closely," he told her, "The sidewalk hums a melody only we can hear."
"Dreamer, dreamer, wherefore art the kaleidoscopic fish?" She laughed in the quiet library.