After escaping fire we defied gravity with secrets out of time. Then passages by pirates, swigging windfall pig juice, left their impressions.
Reflection on our happy family vacation restored power, but led to superstition of previous titles, allowing unintentional zombies to see us quiver.
"Is the brightness gleaming really brightly gleaming?" I asked a clown.
He shattered a song title, crying, "It’s digital, don’t panic!"
"Now what?" I asked, fearing resolution and change had gone down the rabbit hole into shadow.
"Good-bye. I have to interview buried treasure."
I was a little green by then, not up to this anniversary.