An exercise mat

Blurred lights on a quiet night.

An exercise mat could transform into a magic carpet that flies or protects you from the lava beneath. It should help you avoid the balls or balloons chasing you viciously, trying to erase you. As Pac-Man eats the dots, it doesn’t just remove some pixels but sends them to non-existence. The sickle will protect us as we fight zombies, whether they live in water or not. Don’t hesitate when you see the enemy; either run or fight. This sword has superpowers and transports you to a new dimension, and the blanket on the table will be our shelter for now.

Bring some plastic food or anything else needed, since we’ll have to hide for some time. Don’t talk now—they will hear us—even if we are alone in the house. And then this explosion makes us move away. And now you are the enemy, and I have to catch you. The penalty will be tickling for you; for me, the best reward—joy as I hear you laugh.

We are creatures of habit, and we expel imagination and dreams to make space for the normal mode of living. That’s why it is invaluable to be invited from time to time onto this exercise mat.

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