Daydream

I dream...

Sweat beads roll down my body, as I a imagine a smile on my face,

because buried in layers of blankets and pillows is the only way that I can live fantasy.

Real friends are a drag, and my real reflection makes me want to gag.

But in my head, I am beautiful. And perfect. And desirable.

As I sit down, hanging out, with neuron-acrylic colored friends,

Who view me with beaming, loving eyes, I am happy.