Upon the sun-warmed wooden planks scurried a sesame hamburger bun as if it were some happy spider. That said, I should report, to do the situation justice, that instead of eight legs it moved on four. I realise that isn't customary and may shock the casual reader, however, this is science and it is my duty to report what I see.
Fantasy is my hot air balloon, my chance to see so far and wide, to dream the world anew.
The fantasy is where I go when I feel safe to turn the key in the gateway to my creative mind.
I was built for fantasy, to go into that other world and solve problems, to make right what needs fixing.
Fantasy keeps me alive, keeps my heart beating so strongly, keeps me dancing in my dreams.