THE QUEST FOR MY UNICORN

Last Sunday I woke with the rising sun just right in the sky. My mind swept me out the window on a perfumed breeze. In slow-motion I flew like a pajama-clad Goodyear Blimp, over the poppy-speckled meadow and toward a glowing white object in the distance. I landed softly upon it. This has been my dream since first grade: a mighty steed with a glistening coat of velvety white, under which rippling muscles pulsed. Perched on its crown was a pointed spiral horn of shiny silver. Yes, the most bedazzling creature in the universe: a unicorn. My unicorn. Her name was Pixel. Bareback, I rode through the enchanted meadow with the morning dew wetting my naked feet and the elastic edges of my hot-pink sweat pants. My hair was teased with bangs a mile high. But they didn't budge an inch thanks to Aqua Net. Pixel snorted glitter that dusted my air-brushed t-shirt bearing her name. We laughed, sang and greeted our friends the Hobbit, David the Gnome and his fox, Swift, as we frolicked into the dawning day. Then, abruptly, my alarm went off. Alas, it was all a dream. But wonderful and inspiring nonetheless. That very day I set out and found a real-life Pixel. Could you call my Pixel a "large rat" with a "shoe horn" strapped to its head? Maybe. But she's my Trapper Keeper-inspired dream come true.