Sutja’s Metaphysical Circus #6
You awake early one morning and head instinctively to your bedroom window, still huddled underneath the covers. You look outside. There, an enormous red and blue striped tent is halfway through being erected. It's strange, you don't recall seeing any posters around town. Then you remember you don't have a bedroom window. You sigh and close your eyes momentarily. When you open them again you're lying down, looking up at the roof of the tent. As you readjust to the light, you can see there's something going on above you. There are lion-tamers up there, and seals jumping through hoops, and a ringmaster with a velvet tailcoat. He turns his head 180° and winks. Sutja's Metaphysical Circus has come to town.
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