Daydream

I sometimes worry that a daydream… Can become something sinister. Even a simple, quiet laugh… At some thought in my head is scary to me. Because here I am, alone in this room, And I’m laughing to myself, like a crazy person. The daydream dissolves. Fizzing, and hissing, and corroding in my brain. But the damage is done. A new connection is made between two unrelated events. And it scares me that- No one will believe in this connection. No one will laugh, They will all be glaring- And I will stutter and fumble for the rest of my life. Never being able to think logically again. And that’s not funny at all.