narcissa

White mouse, which wields a cinderella whip calling on to blue ball-dressed dancers. Behind a tree, Puck delicately eats a daisy, petal by petal, and I feel like Peaseblossom, Mustardseed, Cobweb and (what's the other one called?) all rolled up together. There lies [my] love, curled alseep still in the late hours of morning, but then, methought I was enamoured of an... I whisper from where I straddle the ceiling in a summer-filled midnight dream state. And still wish I could play Hermia because last time I was too tall and inexperienced.