Lucid Dreaming. Birthday Wish.

It's my *birthday and I wake up to a text alert. I sit up and lift the satin sleep mask off to read it. "Good Morning. Go downstairs."  I excitedly swing my legs over the side of my bed and kick off the evening's perfect eight hours of the natural sleep.
As I do so my cartoon bird friends (mostly robins and sparrows) fly in through my open bedroom window between the billowing sheer curtains dancing in the morning's 78 degrees breeze and greet me with their chirpy version of "Happy Birthday To You".  It's an adorable moment.
"Oh you guys remembered!" I exclaim clutching my chest. They flap their little wings with delight and raise their voices an octave higher in a song of celebration (did I mention it's my *birthday?)

A feather falls from the underbelly of the smallest of the birds. The older birds giggle and the littlest one blushes. I know what to do because I met Oprah once....and today is my *birthday.  I take this "teaching moment" and put out my finger inviting my tiny friend to join me so as to renew his self confidence. He does and his little chest puffs up with pride once more.  Now it is the older birds that are ashamed. "I think we all just learned a valuable lesson here," I say gently. They all sheepishly nod in unison.
We continue to watch enraptured as the tiny feather flutters slowly to and fro all the way down to it's resting place......upon Kirby's wet nose. We gasp in anticipation. How will he react? What's going to happen? What will he do? There's a dramatic pause and then quite suddenly, out of nowhere Kirby sneezes. We all laugh. "Oh Kirby" I say.  It is a delightful moment.
Ploopy barks from the kitchen announcing breakfast is ready. She's making me a cup of tea and vegemite on toast because it's my birthday. I call back to her "I'll be right there Snags" I know she's rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She is wearing an apron. The fabric is a pattern of small cherries.

"Ok guys, there's a *birthday to be had. Let's get dressed." I stand up and reach my arms over head. My bird friends hover above with my 'Unknown pleasures' t shirt in their beaks. They release it and it drops perfectly onto my body. I then put my paint stained grubby Champion tracksuit pants on. One leg at a time. Just like everyone else in this crazy, mixed up world. I grab my keys and race downstairs.

This is sitting in my carport. I squeal and open the driver's side door.  This is sitting upright in the passenger seat. The note on the drivers seat reads "Here's your purse. Enjoy the matching gift box. Happy Birthday"

This is pure imagined folly as everyone knows I'll be waking up in Tulum, Mexico for my *birthday.

* September 20th 2013