Dave rolled his head slightly to one side, squinting up as the black satin cape of ‘The Black Queen’ glided above him. The alabaster patterning on the ceiling sprouted water lilies with water babes singing their heads off before their chorus was drowned out by the rhythmic stomp of marching feet. Dave pulled the blanket ever tighter around him as the blue powder monkeys were proving they were stronger than himself in the tug-of-war stakes. Fireflies hummed a lullaby.
The door creaked open. “Here's your medication, could you remove your headphones, please? ‘Queen’ album again is it? ” said the psychiatrist.