Thumbprint

Dreams are not always while you are sleeping. I was walking a dream out. Each day after my first initial dream was that thing that each child wants. When you are a child you think you can grow up and fly a hot air balloon made of sticky candy and your destination is never the unknown but ALWAYS magical. This balloon was my shirts, the very air that breathed into my beautiful blimp was pure magic.
People believed. What were they beleiving in? When I woke up with my warm coffee cradled in my hand I always had a shirt in the other. Music lifted the air of my small kitchen, my size 5 feet with toes candy coated taxi cab yellow melted into the floor. This is how I create. Music, bare feet, and coffee.
Rubbing my eyes to awaken from the dream was almost becoming natural. Walking past a speed bump to pick up the large flow of checks that were suddenly being sent accompanied by letters of encouragement was not ironic or even funny. That speed bump. My life.
Until this very point each dream had been coming in the darkness of the night. Dreams now came just past the speed bump on Bobtail Court in Mill Creek- located in a rusted square mailbox. This is a thought. Money, ahhhh the American dream, the golden ticket. No. No No. This is by far not the dream.
There was a certain spark in the air. Energy that seemed to pull me into a new day. Everyone that crossed my path seemed to see the "it" factor. People I barely knew beleived in a shirt, - a tree pattern, a branch, or "just do your thing Melissa". Everyone wanted to be Unlocked. People wanted there own thumbprint in there wardrobe. This I had to offer.
My dream. A thumbrint. Now when I pulled my eyemask down over my eyes at night I knew that even when I woke up - ESPECIALLY when I woke up the dream would still exist.




Coffee "Mate"

1. wicked cool glass - (wine glass)

2. coffee beans

3. instrument of choice (paint brush or pens)

While I am having a cup of coffee and Unlocking your wardrobe, you will have a swanky new coffee "mate".