Imagination.

The following events did not actually take place, but they very well could have, if such a time and place existed. Most people would think such things would be impossible, or at the least improbable, but in this case, it is very much possible and even more probable.

I jumped backwards as I saw his face. It had seven eyes, each one a different color and staring not at me, but through me. His biggest eye, the blue one, was intent on what seemed to be inside of my forehead. Before I had tried to speak, I noticed that my mouth had been removed and all that was there was a safety pin. Realizing this, I began to feel the pain of the pin in my flesh. Being unable to speak, I expressed my agony by flailing my arms, or what I thought were arms. Again, I looked and realized that what I thought had been something, was actually something different altogether. Instead of arms, I had tentacles. By now, confusion had become the dominant emotion I was feeling, taking the lead above pain and agony.

Being focused on my body not being the way I thought it was, I had completely forgotten about the creature in front of me, staring with its seven eyes. Looking back up, I saw that it did not have seven eyes, but seventeen and they were all different. One of them was large and glassy like a horse. Another was shifty and keen like a fierce feline. The other fifteen eyes looked very strange, as well.

I had no idea why this creature was staring, and I also did not know why my body was making so many strange changes. Perhaps it was due to the fact that I had fallen asleep inside of a cardboard box, but then again, that doesn’t seem to be an adequate reason for such odd things to be taking place.

I attempted to run, but just as had happened before with my mouth and my arms, I noticed my feet were not regular. Instead, they were wooden, and in the shape of a wheel. Convenient was my first thought, and it proved to be just. I wheeled as far away from the creature as I could. I wheeled for what seemed like many days, but when I stopped wheeling to catch my breath I noticed that the creature was still in front of me, staring.

I still could not talk, so I tried to convey my confusion to this creature through a series of winks and blinks. I don’t think that the creature understood what I was trying to say, because he kept staring. Again, I tried winking, but then he just winked back, for some reason. Being a little boggled, I started flailing my tentacles around in the air, or what I thought was air. My tentacles moved free, but this substance was definitely not oxygen, as we know it. It was much softer, as you could feel it. It felt like fleece, or some other fabric that was very comfortable. When I inhaled, I made another realization that I had no lungs. Instead of lungs, there was a button on my chest, or what I thought was my chest. I pushed the button with my left tentacle, and a siren inside of me began to go off. Immediately, the creature with seventeen eyes jumped in the fleece atmosphere, and zoomed away. Pleased with myself, I decided it would be an appropriate time to take a nap, seeing as though I was very tired. But as soon as I tried to lie down, I died and began to fall.

For eighteen years I fell through the soft fleece, but I was unable to feel it because I was dead. If I had been alive, I would have been very upset that I could not feel it, but then again, if I was alive, I would have been able to feel it.

After eighteen years, my body hit the bottom of the world splashed into a puddle of water, which I later found out was not water at all, but instead a thick, chocolate pudding, which was not stirred very well, as there were many lumps. If I had been alive, I would have tried a bite, but I was not alive, so I did not.

After several more years, being dead in the chocolate pudding, the creature with seventeen eyes greeted my body with many winks. He quickly propped my body up against a rather large lump in the pudding and drew a square around the pin where a mouth should be.

As soon as he drew the square, my tentacles became overwhelmed with life, and so did the rest of my body, wooden wheel included. I swiftly spun around to check my surroundings, before giving the creature a meaningful stare, to show my appreciation for giving me my life back.

The stare lasted for exactly twenty-three seconds, and then creature disappeared behind a giant eggplant. Just then, the eggplant killed me and my body vanished in a cloud of purple smoke that formed into the words “I do not like eggplant.”