Imagination Of Some Exploit

Tonight was one of my favorite nights of all time.

I can't even begin to explain what happened, because I am at a loss for words of how to descibe it. There were mats and we were laying on them. We entered a sort of dream world where we were in a box. Paint appeared and we painted; whatever we wanted.

My box was Seussical pink. I picked this color because it was the first one that popped into my head. My high school put on Seussical in my grade 11 year and it was the most amazing show we had ever done. There was this Pepto Bismalesque pink everywhere on stage and everyone loved it. That was my color.

I drew lots of things on in my box, including my friends Fran, Jayne and Blair. I drew my cat, garfield and a reindeer (for some reason). I had a picture of mountains from the Sound of Music. I drew a crucifix and the word 'Seussical' above my head.

When the paintings started to move, I got scared and covered my face. When my box started to disappear, I was heartbroken. But when I molded my fish out of clay, it seemed like it was alright. When the box returned, I put my fish over my head. To stop my box from leaving me, I turned it into a car, which I would SO drive if it were an actual physical thing.

I was struck when Raymon told us these boxes weren't real. Because they arn't real. No matter what we say. But they are a memory. Which is real.