A Dada Kind of Day

This ramshackle seesaw of dreams I saw spilling out of my journal the other day really quite gave me the heebie jeebies. Is it some sort of dream catcher, this place I record my thought showers?

And then my book tower fell on me as I bent to pick up my pensieve.  Because I’m clumsy and I knocked it. I’m in an in-between house and I should get a bookshelf.  Preferably one with feet so spiders can commune beneath it.  Still, it fell to reveal a spy novel I kept meaning to read and now I’m glued.  


© N Nazir 2021

Shared for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Ramshackle, 97 words.

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