The word, "Imagine", unedited writing practice, 10 minutes, go!...
I imagine dragons in my living room. They are planted on the couch like an old married couple. One of them roars fire into the kitchen at me to bring him a sauteed damsel in distress. An outrageous request since I'm not into human sacrifice. And by the way, now my walls are singed black and smokey. An acrid smell like a just blown out cookie candle only worse. Smoke alarms sing after waiting so long for some possible catastrophe to give them free reign to their only purpose in life. And now what to do with the couch torn to shreds like an old black jacket from a scary Halloween costume. These reptilian guests need to slither on back home before I get all Camelot on them! One reaches for the remote and rips a gash into the tan carpet that I just vacuumed. This...
