#vss365 #galumph #fantasy #SciFiFri #OneSentence (135 wds) 
She doesn’t like it at all when he leans much too closely against her back, as if uncaring of her trembling body in the cerulean summer dress with a pale laced apron while he ardently gesticulates at the pond’s surface with undulating ripples where the felines had vanished into the bottle-green depths, 

yet she instinctively keeps deathly still as the pungency of his lavender and mummies’ dust assaults her nostrils, and she asks why did the kittens wear lead collars and the Mad Hatter replies that was no stunt but the prerequisite for what is known as galumphing in the tarn, 

but they are dead now, she exclaims, and he chuckles, indeed, but this is a dream for grownups, and I am on your bed right now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
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