my life is like Fantasia.
okay, perhaps i just dream it is,
for every morning at pre-dawn in the weary haziness of REM
an orchestra suddenly begins
to accompany me, to make what was a solo
into a symphony of a dream.
it seems, i observe with self-effacing amusement, that this recurring phenomena was part of my waking reality as well. having set the alarm for 5 am, i repeatedly have been aroused awry by the magical euphony of fairytale radio.
now, it will not be so surprising when tantalizing mushrooms begin to bloom and allure, or when the blur of my classical and technicolor fantasy becomes my room.
life should always be such a smooth transition of dreams.
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