The sky is bleeding, she said.
The color draining out of it and pooling on the ground.
I just rolled my eyes.
Don’t you see the horses running in the clouds?
Get your head out of the clouds and focus.
Listen, listen, I have a great idea!
Not now I’m busy. I don’t have time for your dreams.
Hold on, don’t move so fast. My puppy can’t keep up.
We’re late, no time to wait on your imaginary puppy.
He’ll be there when we get back.
But what if he isn’t?
C’mon. If we have time I’ll buy you an ice cream.
But my puppy…
Why are you crying over something that doesn’t even exist?
Why are you letting imagination get in the way of reality?
Grow up. You’re an adult.
You have a job to do. A life to live. People are counting on you.
But life isn’t worth living without the dreams and whimsy.
Something to put the color back into the sky, back into my life.