I was trapped in a cage suspended from a many eyed ceiling all of the day - only the myopic pattern of fields spread out below me ever changed. As evening crept out of the handkerchief box I was extremely pleased that my collection of lipstick coloured pebbles had pulled me back down to earth - Once landed I looked round in surprise at the carnival masks the toy animals were all wearing.
A breakfast cereal box day which I shuffled about in while pretending to be the free gift - I was always a disappointment. The clockwork mechanism in my briefcase - which operated the angelic wings with RAF roundels and 20mm cannons - had failed and I was forced to stoke the fire for the only working steam brain. The great face which pushed itself through the badly marked floor was silent.
My only full day on the beach resort orbiting Saturn the entire month. I tried to make the most of my limited time as I yoga wrestled with aerial multi-armed organisms - the hats they were wearing glowing like the aurora borealis. I was then the captain of the sinking ship that slowly disappeared in a sea of spent flower petals and faded magazine adverts.
Out in the morning, through the portals guarded by now old ladies with computer controlled shopping trolleys. After one cup of tea I returned to the spider’s lair, having glanced back at the silver hill with it’s secret pathways in the middle of the hedge rows. I got home in time to dance on a pencil tip. When I glanced down at the map I had drawn it revealed the house where I used to live.
I had to go to Badger Town a little later today so I had time to tuck in my imagination which was hanging out after a morning of exercise. The afternoon sped like a crossbow bolt but the evening progressed as inexorably as a lawn mower - fifteen suns took turns to set while I saluted the shadow figure which has silently stood on the horizon since my childhood.
Another hay fork long morning handing out once proud possessions to anyone with enough sense to bring a bucket instead of a head. I put a cloth cap on my bucket and went out to find the horses which know everything. I found one with wings.
I had to get up early as the dinosaur train was already hurtling down the varicose veins cut into the curtains (when I pulled my eyes across). I shot out of a cannon and landed in a hair net once worn by Admiral Nelson. I had to stay in the fairground a relatively long time before I could go and whisper lugubrious truths to the nails driven into the Mouth Man’s walls.