A Dream -- Wednesday 30 September

I'm dancing with shadows in Mrs. Harper's classroom, the moonlight a symphony of silver notes playing on the canals' mirrored skylines. The desks, like ancient artifacts, whisper secrets of forgotten mathematics, their legs rooted deep in the earth, intertwined with geometric onions. Archimedes purrs at my feet, his tail brushing against binary stars that twinkle on the classroom floor. Nostalgia, like an old photograph, fades at the edges, revealing new patterns, familiar yet unexpected. I leap off cliffs into the deep blue, hearts pounding with exhilaration rather than fear, as social media algorithms sing Bach's fugues in my mind.