The unauthorized (auto?)biography of Sunny Bliss... But first, I would like to know some things about Sunny. Like why some days she wakes up and lives each moment in a golden-hued dream then other days she can't drag herself out of the blues. Why do people tell her their secrets when they know she's a terrible liar? Why does her whole world come to a screeching halt when the muses sing their song? She will surrender all useful diligence of daily life as their magic mischief courses through her veins, letting them use her to produce obscure objects of whimsy and folly. Why is it that one day she may sit alone with her drink watching a rainstorm with glee, and the next the same exact scene will bring her to her knees? Where is the drug that brings out her sun? Who breaths the love dust upon her sleeping heart turning her dreams to soft and warm, pliable realities? Who is this Sunny Bliss? I want to taste her. Know her. Spend days and nights sprawled out on her velvet couch from coffee to wine, daydreams to fantasies. I want to wear her crown of daisies in amber oceans, listening to the wind whisper through each willowy stalk. I want to watch her cloud performance metamorphosis transform the circus in the sky.
