Losing Neverland

I had a wonderful dream in the wee hours of the morning. It was the sort of dream that makes you despise the alarm, violently hit out at it, re-snuggle in your blankie and try desperately to conjure up the same dream.

And when that fond dream is not about your handsome Prince Charming whisking you off on his noble steed, but about an empty laundry basket (as opposed to the overflowing basket of real life), well that’s when you know you’ve grown up!

PS: I woke up disappointed. Because there it was- that damnable laundry basket. I suspect it’s cursed or something.