Life as a film

She startles awake to the sound of flying cars,

As they fight for the best parking spot in town.

She opens her bright pink door and falls—

Down into a lake of singing mermaids.

When the bus approaches, she is drenched in salty water,

But appears dried up as she finds her usual seat.

The vehicle speeds down lavender and golden routes,

Stopping abruptly before a glass and iron building—

Which strangely bends and twists, as though haunted.

The open space of her office bursts with ghosts and drama;

Getting some work done appears utterly improbable.

Still, she manages to write another chapter of her peculiar story.

By sundown, her life looks far too much like a motion picture.