A brilliant day scores stripes and diamonds upon the backs of my pink plastic couches.

 

I roam under cinnamon apple trees for a moment of peace and encounter many stylish friends.

 

Our shoes point around and show off our outfits and umbrellas. Wooden heels clack beneath the puffy trees and most of the day is spent here napping. Bees peacefully zoom in the ivy of a trellised archway. Across a graveyard facing the ocean, ice cream trucks and crying babies sing along with the intermittent sounds of a violin lesson.

 

Later, when evening sets in, all the houses will be blue. Friends appear blunt and foggy on the trail like spires cloaked in mist. Luminous lead windowsills lined with metallic blue bruises.

 

My house boasts a glorious party of treats. We’ve got plastic couches and we wear striped outfits. Striped cake slices and marzipan mice. We wear velvety black coats to keep warm from the onset of a blue night.