Today I write about magic.
My pen is my wand,
My paper, my cauldron into which hot, bubbling thoughts are poured and stirred.
I begin to see the eyes of dragons- golden with a fantasial glow.
Their breath is hot at my throat as they pursue my hand to fly faster across the gleaming white page.
I am giving breath and heart to the creatures of my imagination.
They overflow, and bound off the page and onto the cold, wooden floor of my inner chamber.
What a mess they make!
Scuttling, Flying, Inching, Running, Flipping, and Shooting themselves around the room.
One spills a glass of water, making the edges of The paper soggy.
A pixi- like creature lands on my thumb, trying to wrestle The pen from me.
One knocks over a candle, and fans the flames, making the fire grow.
I hear a roar that rattles everything from my windows
To my bones.
I look up and see a great golden eye staring back at me.
One glance would have been enough to presume...
This is NOT my imagination.
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