Doodling creates a good release, letting your mind wander freely creating fanciful patterns, therefore, we can also doodle with words, letting our minds connect with pen and paper....
Sitting within the colours of passion Passiflora, kaleidoscopic reverberations were heard to be going on in the roomy greenhouse. Whilst wondering who stood to the left of me, a sequence of visions inspired a reaction; a drafty swirl rounded the corner and wafted at my ankles. Pulling my purple socks up above my knees, I turned to my left....drawn into the plush velvety surroundings, the light bouncing off sparkling precious gems, I scrawled my name on the entrance invitation, nervous should I be found to be wanting, not up to the remarkable surroundings.
I gave a clue away when I paused for too long. A heavy duty male stepped out from behind the curtains clasping pink fluffy handcuffs. He bent down to the floor looking puzzled and then I realised he was securely locked at the wrists, key deposited in the land of lost.
A sharp right angle comforted me, producing luscious laments of the ridiculous kind, sabotaging further exploration to the left of the disproportionate. I was relieved to accept the right angled turn, resting in a quality yet to be realised.....
My daydream word doodle for today....doesn't make sense necessarily....or so it seems.....
LAURA
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