The Windmills of Your Mind

Imagine lying down and your pillow suddenly turns into a bear.

Imagine the warmth and size of its mouth as your head lies on its dripping tongue. Smell the rotting fish stuck on its teeth. And bask in the sudden darkness as it eats you, and your brain gets digested, going down the bear’s throat, stomach, and intestines.

Imagine ending up in a land of lollipops. All around are sticks with giant multicolored spirals at the top, jiving to he melancholic beats of the wind. The music gets to you and you start tapping and dancing around candycane-world, rolling around in white sugar.

Imagine the white sugar letting in and you find yourself falling. All around you know are the white crystal of sugar. You take a sniff, you take a taste, your arms go numb from the sweetness. You swim in the ocean of sugar, gobbling up what you can and pushing away the surplus.

Imagine at the very bottom you fell on a horse and found yourself in the middle of a joust. Your spears are pointed, ready to go, your opponents eyeing you evilly. You close your visors, rear up your horses and charge at each other. He makes contact first and you get pushed back your horse/

Imagine being fractured, broken, destitute, lying on a hospital bed, medicine pumping inside you. One of your eye is patched and you grab the little teddy bear beside you. The nurse offers you a lollipop before giving you your pills. They’re bitter and you almost regurgitate. She quickly gives you sugar. You lie down and stare at the ceiling and suddenly your elder sister’s beside you reading your favorite story from Camelot.

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This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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