i look at things in my house, my room, and i try 
to imagine cool things with every object i find. it seems weird, but 
it’s fun and a good exercise. my stuffed animals are dancing on my bed, 
the watercolors i painted of English gardens start swaying in a breeze, 
and my star-shaped chimes become shooting stars across my walls.
don’t judge; i’ve been writing more short stories than i have in the longest time.
                    
                
don’t judge; i’ve been writing more short stories than i have in the longest time.
 
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