The Great Pumpkin Waltz

From the half-open door came music playing on a gramophone. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Shadows played on it, small and large. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But then strange sounds were heard outside the window.

“ One, two, one, two.” A thin voice squeaked.

I looked frightened towards the window. Plucking up the courage, I approached him. And an unusual picture opened up to my eyes. The pumpkins, which usually lay in a heap by the barn door, were now paired around the yard. And they were moving!

I rubbed my eyes and looked around in surprise. With the help of some kind of magic I was transported to the street. I swore, took a step towards the house and realized that I had no legs! And instead of them my body is a pumpkin! I wanted to cry, but I realized that I could not.

“Hey!” There was a displeased screaming. “Why are you lagging behind? One, two!”

An unknown force swirled me in a strange waltz, a pumpkin waltz. It was very creepy, but then it became fun. I burst out laughing how a revived pumpkin could do it and spun. The music became stronger and more energetic …

I sat down abruptly on the bed. The sun was shining through the glass, my cat Jackie and a small pumpkin lay on the windowsill. I jumped up and ran to the mirror. I had an ordinary human body. I pinched my thigh and winced. Lost in thought I sat down on a chair by the closet. What happened then at night? Dream?