perspective

I chewed a piece of gum with a flavor that never disappeared. I chewed it for hours and days. The flavor was tutti-frutti. I blew a really big bubble. It got so big it enveloped me, and I floated away. I saw the city from above. It was cool, but I wanted to go down. I couldn't pop the bubble from the inside. I woke up because my jaw hurt.

flew on a broom like a wizard through the clouds saw the city below felt free then the broom started coughing like it was out of gas lost altitude fell into a haystack woke up felt a bit silly

it was raining books. small, large, bound, paperback. i tried to catch some, but they were slipping. a poetry book fell on my head. i opened it, the poems were about the rain of books. i read one aloud, the rain stopped. i kept the book. woke up wanting to read

I turned into a pigeon in the square. Pigeon life is complicated, seriously. Avoiding passersby, fighting for a crumb of dry bread, listening to the other pigeons squawk about which statue is the best to poop on. Then a sly cat arrived, scared the life out of me. I flew away awkwardly, almost hit a pole. I landed on a roof, exhausted. At least the view was nice. Woke up with a stiff neck, maybe slept wrong.

Became a pigeon in the square. Pigeon life is hard. Gotta avoid people, snatch up dry breadcrumbs, and listen to other pigeons discuss which statue is best to poop on. Suddenly, a cunning-looking cat appeared, scared me to death. Flew up clumsily and almost crashed into a pillar. Finally landed on the roof, exhausted. But the view is alright. Woke up with a sore neck, probably slept in a weird position.

the building's elevator started going sideways, going through the walls. it stopped in the neighbor's apartment. he was drinking his coffee, not even surprised. "that crazy elevator again," he said. the elevator continued, going through the exterior wall. i found myself floating outside. woke up dizzy