Roald Dahl once wrote that dreams were a constant inspiration to him. In fact, he made one into a reality. A big friendly giant he once dreamt about morphed into one of his bestsellers and one of my childhood favourites.
I have a romaticized idea. People in love should. Pick apples off trees by jumping on trampolines. Scratch I heart yous on every scarlet red vehicle. Firetrucks unspared. Suck lemons on the patio at midnight. Lay down on cushions next to the railway tracks. Pillowfight on a rotating belt. Pant in feathered pleasure. French kiss in a red phone booth.
Pay no heed to deranged queuers. Elope with chariots of migrating birds. Thrash newpapers stands. Grin in unison. With matching his and her braces. Tattoo the moon's sillouettes on each other’s necks. Meld rings of love onto sun kissed fingers.
Tuesday, January 2
Lovers' mischief
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