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.