It is an early hour, here where I am. During the middle of the night I found myself in the lady on the bed's head really.
Things in there were messy and chaotic. All kinds of boxes with labels. I thought,"Oh! This seems a bit fun. I can read her mind." I figured on some pretty interesting documents in the boxes.
Alas, there were locks. They had combinations. If she knew them herself, I could probably steal them, but it seemed she must not know either!
It was then I saw a conveyer belt. On the belt were different deserts coming out one by one. The deserts immediately flew into boxes, and were stacked up. Each box had a label, like "Cookies and Cream Pie".
It was then that I needed to focus on being under the bed. What kind of depraved mind is boxing up deserts off a conveyer belt? I lacked understanding, so I left. As a desert myself, I was a bit sensitive to this wild scene in her head.
Back under the bed, I could focus on the two dogs in the room. The dogs were sleeping. The lady was making no sounds. This was a bore. But wait! the ceiling fan was on. The whirring noise was always a delight, and reminded me of the musical stylings of Yanni.
I wondered if Yanni categorizes deserts in his head. If not, what does he categorize? Perhaps the specific chirping sound of every type of bird, and the sounds of the waves of each ocean.
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