Penetrating My Daydream
His voice is grating
Penetrating my daydream
I rapidly turn it into a mosquito
But it bites me, so I transmogrify it into a butterfly
It flits around turning different colors
orange as a flame,
red as a gypsy’s skirts,
blue as the dusk at night.
I can feel a smile on my face
that I do not often experience.
It is my giant love smile.
I am loving this daydream.
Miss Stone!
I sit up sharply, blinking.
Oh, heck. I am in my sophomore math class again.
Mr. Not-So-Nice is glaring at me.
The class laughs.
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