Scattered Memories

Once, I dreamt I was a banana in a world of grape clouds, where umbrellas grew on trees. The wisdom of the pineapples kept me safe as I slipped on dreams, of a time when I was an astronaut chasing lost socks in the Milky Way.

Do you remember the time a ninja llama delivered pizza? No one believed me, but the evidence was in the pineapple stains scattered across the living room floor.

If you think socks have feelings, you're not alone. Yesterday, my left sock whispered secrets about the sock drawer's hidden society, but my right sock said I was just imagining things. What a rebel!