bubbles

floating gently, an iridescent bubble, woke him up as it landed on his nose. It tickled but it didn't pop. He jumped out of bed, stepped over piles of books and clothes, the bubble stayed as if fastened to the tip of his nose bouncing. He looked in his mirror, the iridescent blues, greens, reds, and slivers raced around the perfect sphere attached to his nose. He picked up a pencil on the desk next to the mirror. Slowly he brought the pencil to the bubble as if performing a sobriety test on himself. The pencil glided with the arc of a transatlantic missile. The sharpened point barely entered the soapy surface when the bubble became a drop of soap on his nose. The little blonde girl giggled in the doorway holding a bottle of bubbles and a magic bubble wand.