The sun was shining and lovely as I strolled through the grand park nearby my house. It was a beautiful, not too hot, not too chilly, so I had packed up a decent lunch and a nice blanket and trotted over to the park into a nice secluded little grove of trees that seemed to be my space and mine alone. Laying out my blanket and munching on my food in such treasured privacy, I had spent a relaxing afternoon in warm shade of the trees watching as the sun peaked and then began to sink behind some very tall evergreens.
It wasn't particularly late in the day, so I decided that I'd just lay back and take a rest instead of heading back to my house. After all, the bugs wouldn't be out until it cooled further and the warmth of the sun was still abounding even as it slipped slowly out of my sight.
So I packed up my leftovers and put them back into the picnic basket and laid back, arms folded behind my head, watching the clouds as they drifted by in all sorts of wonderful shapes.
As I watched the clouds drift I noticed that one was very obviously in the shape of a feather. Then another seemed to be the shape of a wave crashing on the shore. Another looked like the outstretched hand of a man. So on and so on, until one popped up looking remarkably like a nude man -- and a very *happy* nude man at that with a phallus that saluted fertility below it.
My eyes begin to weaken, closing over and over, taking more and more effort to open until I finally submitted to their pull and fell asleep. |
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In my dream, I awoke to. . .
. . . to the sound of distant thunder crashing.
...the light touch of a feather on my lips
. . . a bird chirping.
. . . to the sound of a crashing waterfall.
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