The soft cuddles from my favourite blanket

would not let go of the receding dream

about arguing with parking meters

and strange Spanish food.

The toothpaste needs coaxing

to let out one final dollop

(yes, mint-choc is my fave)

and my smile is ready for the day.

The people I have harassed online

are silent and unwavering

in their efforts to shut my silly idea out

and leave me to the perils of my imagination.

Surely now, who in their right mind

would tell a stranger their story,

only to have him reply back in synonyms

piled together in a bundle of glory?

You would.