CapsandStems

Home, even though a cozy cove sits secretly offshore, it takes a hope and a skip away from my lone abode. Terms with simple truths, they supply the groove. They mount the horse and leave the sunset guessing, too. Last light was leaving, hemisphere on spinning axis. That's when a mammoth's head huge comes out the hallway; its head is perfectly in frame, flush with the height and length of the walkway. Its wool invisible, completely see it through, besides that fact still it was vivid, contained both depth and shading make me see it too. A mad hallucination, the proportion was intimidating, forgetting it's made by my own mind, but still don't know, don't fully comprehend what that all really meant. Not really looking, only waiting— waiting for the predictable. It was known that I knew that I'd be so foolish too; I pulled the wool up and over the fabric of space and time, so when it all aligned, I'd make sure I'd get me mine. The mammoth then goes an opens up, from it's opened mouth, soon as there was space, two snakes sprung out and made escape without hesitation and with a purpose that I for certain felt. They were small, both in size and age two— twin basilisk adolescents and commanding presence. One occupied the kitchen, furthest to my left; Then the other one, It was to the right came up right to me. Even sitting down already, quickly up I leapt. Watched it creep and slide till it all faded from my sight. I sat, dumbfounded, disbelieving daydreaming and this was truthfully my experience. Everything was gone; it really was just me left beside I.