Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
My imagination scampers away to find a hiding spot when I sit down to write. I know that it’s lurking there, under the bed, during those half-awake lucid moments when my dreams still seem close enough to touch. It hisses at me when I peek.
The wizard doesn’t want you to see what’s behind the curtain. He’s a fraud, you know, peeking out in his underoos.
Don’t tell anybody.
100 words. Haven’t done a Picture It & Write in a while.