This is a piece using a task prompt from The Inklings' creative writing workshop.
My interpretation is to write like you're experiencing a dream and all its vivid strangeness and incongruity.
I was standing in my wendy house when a gust of air blew in some dandelion seeds. The floated in through the window, and, when they were close enough, I saw that they were tiny hot air balloons, made with brightly patterned designs. These hot air balloons were carrying tiny girls, one drifted close enough to shout into my ear in a squeaky voice, 'Would you like some tea?'
'Oh, yes I have a tea set just here.' I turned around to get it and then I was standing on a beach of turquoise sand. Dark purple water lapped at the shore, and the sky was a painful orange. Next to me was my teacup except I had no sugar.
Fortunately! there was an island of sugar cane in the water, not too far away. I climbed into my tea cup and the current carried me toward the island. Fish circled my cup, some near the surface, so that I saw they were black catfish with feathered tails. They nudged my cup boat. I put my fingertips to the water's surface for them to brush against me and one of them began licking my fingers with a green tongue.
I suddenly realised I was outside without my hat on, and it was midday, and I don't take sugar in my tea anyway. So I woke up.
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