A Day In The Life

Pencils sir?

Just crawled out of bed and have the remnants of a weird dream so thought I'd get it down before it disappears.

I am in a shop. The kind of shop where you buy sweets or candy by the weight. A newsagenty kind of place with large shiny chrome scales on the counter. On the other side of the counter are a mother and son duo, the mother lazing with her feet up while the boy serves.

I find myself with a wooden box in my hands. The box has several pencils in it. Some long pencils, some short pencils, some made of dark wood some of light wood, but all made of wood. The boy is talking to me asking me which pencils I want. He already has one light coloured medium length pencil in his hands and says that one is compulsory. I think well ok, it looks like a nice pencil, but I really want a dark one too.

After picking out a decent dark pencil, sharpened at both ends, I realise the boy is intending to cut the pencils up, put them in a wee brown paper bag and serve them to me as a snack. I am surprisingly comfortable with this and smile at him to let him know. After that I look behind him in search of some nuts. I think nuts would go well with pencil and am keen for him to add some to the bag.

Things get a little hazy at this point but saffice to say I smiled my way out of the shop with my wee brown paper bag and awoke to find the distinct taste of wood and graphite in my mouth.

posted by mrwhatshisface @ 11:07 am