Giggling monkeys jump around me while carnival music blares, emitting out of the atmosphere itself.
Bubbles tangible enough to throw hang airily; when not flung at me in jest by tree-dwelling primates.
Crescent suns and moonsets in and of themselves are not uncommon, along with feeling everything and nothing all at once.
There is no end to it.
I double over, heavy, the air dense, and there’s fog in my lungs. Deep breaths now. I’m trapped here perpetually, waiting for someone to rub my lamp so that I may see daylight again.