Only in Dreams

I dreamt yesterday that I was buying a fountain pen. I could not be less interested in the Diamond Jubilee but my dad has gone and hung flags from windows and stuck bunting onto porches. He's part of the organisation of two parties of celebration. I tell you, he put less money and effort into my Birthday and Christmas combined. (Because obviously, when it comes down to it, this is all about me). This illustration is the sea of your mind and I am sailing in it, leaning over the sides and scooping your brilliance, running my fingers through it, dying of the thirst to absorb your quality.