радость

Climbed a mountain of dirty laundry heavy slippery each item an obstacle almost fell because of a smelly sock reached the top there a giant washing machine I jumped inside it spun water and powder flew everywhere it washed me smelled like fabric softener woke up

collected shells on the beach each played different music one rock another samba a third classical collected a collection sat on the sand listening to my seashell playlist a crab ran up stole the rock-shell I got angry music was playing in my head woke up

drew but instead of paints music flowed from the brush each color a separate note I drew a sound landscape mountains of low tones a river of high melody a bird flew in sat on the painting and began to sing along very beautifully when I finished the painting itself began to play music felt inspired woke up

went into the forest where the trees sang opera, each with its own voice, tenor, soprano, beautiful but strange. I sat on a stump, listening. A squirrel brought me a nut and asked, "Traveler, are you enjoying the melody of the forest?" I said yes. I sat there until dark. The melody was swirling in my head. I woke up.

my shadow decided to take a vacation left a note 'went to the beach be back soon' i walked around without a shadow all day strange people were looking askance i tried to make a shadow with my hands useless in the evening the shadow came back tanned in a straw hat said 'the beach is super' i suspiciously looked at my shadow woke up

built a raft out of raw pasta and glue wanted to cross a pool of grape juice friends said it was nonsense I insisted the raft turned out crooked launched it into the water it immediately softened I went to the bottom with it all sticky from juice and pasta friends were laughing on the shore my mouth was sweet woke up