“There’s something in the cup,” she told me; arching her back and yawning slightly.
“You left it there,” I replied, deadpan expression. I still don’t understand people, or how they state the obvious.
Must be something in the imagination, or better yet the folds of paper
A reimagining of three dimensional objects
Taking over a two-dimensional playing field
Playing with words, the magical thinking that
One day I’ll wake up.
