Back when I wrote my microfictions, I would frequently have an early morning dream and then stumble down to my writing desk to transcribe the dream into words. To my surprise, this happened when I woke up today, Here's my early morning dream set to microfiction words.
THE SUN IS A WAFFLE IRON
The Sun has handles on it. The sun is a gigantic round waffle iron.
I grab the handles of the sun with my hands and bring it down to my chest. I open up the waffle iron and press my heart in the waffle iron sun.
I put the sun back up in the sky. I can feel the sun has pressed my heart into the pattern of a solar waffle radiating warmth and bliss.
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