It doesn’t have to be the polka dot Fungi bursting out of the soft, smooth dirt, or even the Grebes family of a hard working mother, or the mysterious book called Mixed Magics.

It could be the boiling bubbly kettle steaming like a train speeding its way to Bristol, or even the iced ring ASDA doughnut getting eaten by the Mayor of Bolton or a bottle cap speeding like lighting across the classroom.

Shiver as the endless mind reads, even the can feel like a blanket cuddling you.                                                     Focus on the clock watch as it gets faster,                                                                                                                       and shape those minutes into a library of dreams.