19.December.23

His dreams had always tended towards the enigmatic—to the point that he never bothered trying to understand them, but ever since the diagnosis of nocturia, he found his swevens’ imagery much easier to interpret, especially the recurring scene of a race horse resolutely circling puddled ducks. ; )

18.December.23

She, a star dancer, remained humbled by her roots—always stepping away from limelight and towards her next routine. Like a pandoro amongst panettone, she preferred to present herself as cakewalk’s ease—even if the sweetest could never match the finesse of her knees. ; )

15.December.23

Peacock heard her cachinnate when he displayed his tail ornate, so he plucked and dropped each plume to the ground because he could not handle her rejection sound. But, then he felt mad at his sad, realising the hen was not worth his lad—for his decor was ever meant for his own design and not a peabrain over whom his class should ever pine. ; )