Daiquiri Vision

When you last left me, or is it that I left me, my sweet Ethan was drawing near with a trayful of mango daiquiris, which I rush to assure you, I consumed with relish and abandon. And as I neared the end of my fourth one, I was suddenly seized by a powerful headache and when I rested my weary head against the cushions of my couch, I saw--in a strobe vision I saw, clearly and reliably--

I saw you, o Lady Ursula, contorted over keyboard amidst a swirl, an explosive swirl of a) words b) semi-sentences c)characters spinning and rattling around you like toy tops, sprouting arms that juggled words d) a husband, mouth set into silence e)towels, trousers and shirts pouring out of laundry baskets f) mac separated from cheese g) cheese separated from mac h)marmite jars i) more words j)strawberries jumping up and down to get out of a jam jar k)onion sandwiches i) a rain of cherries and cherry pits j) more sentences snapping into two like dry pasta k) a dog barking, kaos! kaos! l) the union jack, flapping around like a crow m) the mouths of children,begging to be fed and you tossing words at them as if they were mac and cheese.

It was only when dear dear Ethan handed me a seriously chilled shot of vodka to ease my mind that I realized, it was only a vision.

For me. But--

It would not be that this is a reality for you! Say it is not so!