Blipfuchsions

Oh my! Blipping is getting to me...
...lying in bed, feet haven't hit the floor...

"That fuchsia!", said I, "It needed a background, it looked so naked against the wall,"

(Roll over, a few more moments of sleep, please)

"That fuchsia", the thought persists, "what could be done to give it a stage, a dance floor...?"

(If you get up now, you can see what lovely fabrics you have amongst your clothing...you can try again)

"is that how it's done?...I don't think so"

The mind of the sub-amateur, photo capturing, cell phone packing blipper stirs. She awakens, promising herself that a speedy preparation for the day will be rewarded with a little blip to play.

Heart racing, left hand holding the red velvet, the green satin, the black cotton...each on a hanger, one at a time...behind the little flowers with the sleeping spider somewhere deep inside. Right hand poised with cell phone...nothing to steady oneself...no time to secure the blouses...hold your breath...don't hold your breath...up a little...down a little...

...hurry now, arms are getting weak...
So certain, there must be a better way!