I couldn't sleep last night as my back was sore. Tossing and turning, it seemed that all of me was eventually in agony and when I did get to sleep, I had nightmares. But finally, before dawn, I dropped off and had the most ridiculously happy dream I've ever had. It was a bright summery day with strange, magical, yellow flowers everywhere and I was skipping. Great big skips too that meant I was going really fast. Fortunately the strange city I was in was very spacious - wide sidewalks, open parklands, broad streets with no traffic (this is beginning to sound paradisical). I was also swinging my arms while I skipped, in great big forward windmills. And I was singing:
Oodilly doodilly oodilly ay/Oodilly doodilly day/Oodilly doodilly oodilly ay/Oodilly doodilly yay
And so it went.
Obviously I can't write the tune down because I don't know how but I've still got it in my head. I hope I never lose it. With bad news belching forth from the radio in a constant stream, the problems of my life apparently vast and insurmountable, it's nice to have experienced something so utterly silly and wonderful and joyous, even if it was so brief. Twenty seconds into this moment of silly, wonderful, joyous freedom, the goddamn alarm clock went off.
Oodilly doodilly oodilly ay/Oodilly doodilly day/Oodilly doodilly oodilly ay/Oodilly doodilly yay
And so it went.
Obviously I can't write the tune down because I don't know how but I've still got it in my head. I hope I never lose it. With bad news belching forth from the radio in a constant stream, the problems of my life apparently vast and insurmountable, it's nice to have experienced something so utterly silly and wonderful and joyous, even if it was so brief. Twenty seconds into this moment of silly, wonderful, joyous freedom, the goddamn alarm clock went off.
No chance of finding those strange yellow flowers but these pink ones are magical enough
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