Pack your bags for a daydream, was all the invitation said. I looked around my apartment, uncertain. What would I need for a daydream?
Google didn’t help.
My empty suitcase, second-hand and no stranger to adventure, waited on my bedroom floor. “Think like a story,” it suggested.
My suitcase is overfond of riddles.
In the end I packed a clock, so I wouldn’t run out of time. A dictionary, so I wouldn’t be at a loss for words. A compass, so I could explore with confidence, and a mirror, to reflect upon my adventures. Blushing, I tucked in my imagination. I probably should have thought of that sooner. Next came knitting needles, in case I felt the dream unraveling. The last thing I packed was a box of cookies. To share.
Jennifer Shelby 
The post is like a quick, little dream. It brought to my mind Hemingway’s words:
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
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I’ve never heard/read this quote before, but I think it holds particularly true for writers
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Brought a smile to my lips, thanks for sharing!
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Glad it made you smile, Peter!
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Made me smile too, like another fellow blogger over here! I love these kinds of posts. Keep up the great work!
By the way, I nominated you for The Mystery Blogger Award. Its details can be found here- https://magicquill17.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/the-mystery-blogger-award/#more-1855
Cheers!
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