Lost in Thought

There’s a knock at the door. You open it to find an oddly shaped, red object. You pick it up in curiosity. There’s a card next to it that you could have sworn wasn’t there a moment ago. It says, “This is yours”.

You bring the object into the house and are contemplating it when there is another knock. A green one!

“Yours truly,” says the card with this one.

The odd looking shapes keep arriving. You begin to stack them around the house. Red ones titled “Opinions” in the master bedroom, green ones titled “Fantasies” in the lounge, blue ones titled “Memories” in the backyard, and those confusing multicolored ones called "Emotions" down in the basement.

At some point you’re a bit fed up with all the knocking. The next object that arrives is promptly kicked out. The card attached to it swings open as it flies away, “Not mine!”

How can all these things be yours if they are coming from a source unknown? Who is delivering them anyway?

Poof! Your body has disappeared.

“Ah, this must be a dream,” says the card on the next object.

The door is wide open now and the objects keep rolling in on their own. But you are not there. You are blissfully asleep, vaguely amused by the colorful procession in this passing dream.

 

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