These Are The Dreams

Aggressively social cantaloupes. The pews on the right side of the church have much better singing voices than the ones on the other side of the aisle. The rabbit and his prized collection of miniature cars were all in the same cage, as if the other cage had been reduced to its constituent molecules and unevenly distributed throughout the hovel. That unpleasant crust at the top rim of the salsa jar had a morbidly dry sense of humor. And despite her snappy repartee, the very nature of air is changed into something that snuggles affectionately, intimately, mutating velocity into something much less terminal.

These are the dreams that things are made of.