Sweet Fantasy

So there I was, doodling whilst I thought. And whilst doodling and thinking, I blinked, unconsciously, as you do, but conscious enough to realise that after each blink my eyes were either looking left or right. Blink. Look left. Blink. Look right. Blink look left; and so on.

Ood job I wasn’t working on an artwork masterpiece, because the doodle I’d ‘created’ was terrible. I’d actually moved off the paper, and onto the table top; which made me realise that things can go wrong if you aren’t paying the right kind of attention.

I mustn’t pay attention at least 75 per cent of the time. I’m mostly aware of what I’m doing, so 75 per cent may be a bit high, but very often I’ll ask myself ‘how did I do that?’ or ‘how did I get here?’ or ‘what was I going to write this post about?’. The latter crops up ten to fifteen times a week, and usually I can’t remember.

This post, for instance, was going to be another one in my Hallo Valentine’s fortnight theme, about love, stuff and all that.

Fingers poised, idea to hand, I went to type and nothing would come out. Hence the doodling blinking thinking.

I suppose part of that 75 per cent of the time is spent in my fantasy world. Oh yes, I sometimes live in a fantasy world – you may or may not believe. I go there to think. Which actually brings to mind the question of why go to another realm, when all I really need to do is try to write another blog post which will also start me thinking.

In the fantasy world, I have no need to doodle.

In the fantasy world, I also have lovers. Many, many, many lovers. Many at the same time, sometimes two or three at once.

There’s a place on the corner where I go for my lovers, I just pick them up when I need them. I don’t even need to pay, and I can have as many as I want.

Some would say they are no good for me, but they are. Believe you me, they are. They are the most succulent, and rewarding sweet sensation of anybody’s imagination.

And they don’t pile on any weight! C’est magnifique!

I really should try to stick to reality, though. Concentrate more on what I’m doing, what’s going on around me, instead of just bumbling forward, completely oblivious to 75 per cent of everything.

I may have a go at creating my lovers in reality.

lovers.

See. I need to pay attention. I’ve just noticed the capital ‘g’ isn’t working on this keyboard for some reason. Oodness knows what you thought when you were reading about all my lovers.

They are sweets. Caramel, chocolate and mint, soft fruit, chewy fruit, fruit crunch, and mega assortment; smooth as silk that just dissolve in the mouth. One at a time is perfection, more than one is simply divine.

I’m not Tomanova, you know! Heavens to Murgatroyd!