Imagination

                                 



 Sometimes I feel too sensitive for the real world......

 

 The horrible ugly dishes pile up in the sink.

 

 Opening the mail is frightening and awful.

 

 Luckily , I have a place I can escape into. In my imagination , everything is as beautiful and perfect as I want it to be.

 

I grow wings and I fly high above the dishes and into outer space.

 

 My pet robot eats all the demanding mail and serves my pancakes  , triple stacked.

 

 All the nearest and dearest desires of my heart have a home in my imagination.

 

And what do the monsters dream about? Cherry pie?

 

 Maybe they dream that they are no longer orphans and that they have homes.

 

 I can only imagine.