Tickled Silly

An idea whispers, sneaking in on cat’s paws, a sly grin curling at the edges, as I sip morning coffee, unaware. It dances on tiptoes, skipping across my mind, twirling, pirouetting, a ballerina in a china shop. My thoughts, the porcelain, shatter in its wake, crashing into shards of laughter, a mosaic of giggles on the floor. It tumbles through my synapses, cartwheeling, somersaulting, a circus of delight, each neuron a ringmaster shouting, "Encore!" Tickles burst forth, feathers of fancy flitting, an avalanche of absurdity, rolling me in fits of frivolity. Ideas sprout wings, fluttering like butterflies, their colors a riot, a kaleidoscope of belly laughs. I am a marionette, strings pulled by whimsical hands, jerked into jigs of joy, my sides aching with mirth. Words spill like marbles, rolling across the floor, slippery, tumbling, each one a new guffaw. An orchestra of hilarity, crescendoing, a symphony, each note a tickle, a crescendo of cackles. I am breathless, tears streaking, sides splitting, the world a blur of comic chaos. In this delirium, sense takes a backseat, as I am whisked away, tickled silly by a notion’s glee.