A Dose of 12

Max opened his eyes this morning to a musky dark room. He thought that if he cleaned it all up then maybe everything would be alright again. So he cleaned, dusted and hoovered, then he organised, washed and mopped, and finally he sat and smoked and enjoyed the new perfect world around him.

A look to the clock; he was late, so he left and went to work.

Outside the world was the same again. Unclean, smoky and tired.

Max

Max liked to dream with the world

First max would dream in black & white,

Where the musky smoke would bellow across and give the timeless impression of glamour.

Then the world changed.

So Max had to dream in colour,

Where the countryside would sparkle and glow in a marvellous display of nature,

Then the world changed,

So Max had to dream in high definition,

Where the faults and imperfections displayed the forceful intimidation of reality,

Then the world changed.

Now Max never stops dreaming.