I slip and begin falling, falling. Like Dorothy in her house as the tornado is sucking her up. I look out a window and see a pink gorilla riding a bicycle, cackling like witch. Next a baseball bat twisting and tumbling through the grayness of the window, then a bottle of 409 squirting as it passes. I hear my name being called. "Ms. Jones, Ms. Jones". I need to open my eyes, a bright light, and a shadow over me. I gasp and jerk. "Ms. Jones, are you ok?" It is Johnny, the newspaper boy. "Here is your morning paper, are you OK? Why are you laying on the front porch in the glider in your spooky costume from last night? Boy Ms. Jones those were the best Candy Apples ever, and your house was decorated the spookiest." I am coming to my senses, and tell him thank you as he hands me the morning paper. I dizzily walk into the house. Bruno, my faithful dog comes bounding to my side. "Morning Bruno you silly dog, where were you when I needed you?" I start my morning coffee. What a beautiful October morning it is. Thoughts return. I am a woman. I check, yes I am. Nothing really wrong with being a man, but why change when you've got it all figured out? Where did all those dreams come from? It could not have been the two or three candy apples I ate as I handed out treats. One for you, one for me. No not from that. I guess I was just exhausted and fell asleep on the porch after eating that last candied apple. I had worked so hard at decorating. The catsup on the Bleeding Tree was such a cool idea, and the stereo speakers wired in the tree added that final touch. But the pink gorilla that would lurch forward at the kids when I pulled a string was the best yet. AHHHH that is where all those silly dreams came from. I poured a cup of coffee and went to the bathroom for my apricot scrub and a shower. Had to get out of my costume and into something a bit more comfortable before I started my busy day at the 409 Factory.
(Contributed by Linda)


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