By the way this is my fox friend Murphy. I found him in Cancer Research, isn't he cute?
I got this jacket on Ebay, it's beautiful.
I had to replace my copy of Final Fantasy X as I was playing it and almost reached the end when my game disc finally broke. There was a deal so at the same time I bought Hello Kitty Roller Rescue and a Naruto fighting game ^^
Soft grass and opal skies,
Sunsets forever with ice cream in bowls,
Sitting on your mat and talking about sweet nothing,
Sweet nothing and nothing more.
Tadpoles in the lake,
Oh beautiful specks I still love to collect
And snail shells inching across my hands
Tiny secrets.
Strawberries, berries, little brown flecks,
Collecting up frogs with a cheap fishing net,
And taking them home with a smile on my face,
Little friends snoozing.
Laying eggs in the sunlight,
The cool den.
I sleep.
Sunsets forever with ice cream in bowls,
Sitting on your mat and talking about sweet nothing,
Sweet nothing and nothing more.
Tadpoles in the lake,
Oh beautiful specks I still love to collect
And snail shells inching across my hands
Tiny secrets.
Strawberries, berries, little brown flecks,
Collecting up frogs with a cheap fishing net,
And taking them home with a smile on my face,
Little friends snoozing.
Laying eggs in the sunlight,
The cool den.
I sleep.
Below are a few more that I did!
What makes you feel content and dreamy? What is your idea of the perfect morning? The perfect day?
1. Sunshine with a cat laying in it, paints and a great drawing on the floor. Going outside and feeling the warm sun, collecting shells and feeling them, bright colours, dens, warm alive fur.
2. Get up and sit in a little alcove where I have made a den that lets the sunlight in. I read a book or do some drawing, my cat comes over and nudges me and I kiss her on the head. She’s chattering to me. I drink a cup of tea Chris has made for me and we sit in the alcove together and chat, I show him paintings I’ve done, he tells me a story he’s written and it’s really good, then he shows me a comic that he drew which is amazing and then I get ready for the day.
3. Brilliant sunshine, its late spring and all the flowers are out and blooming and the trees leaves shimmer like butterflies. I go outside and play in my garden, there’s a magnolia tree there and I play with the fallen flowers, I stick them in my hair, I smell them, I stick them to my nose and I put them on my cats head. I take a book and draw, I draw birds and write little poems. Chris comes out quietly, I don’t notice and he kisses me on the top of my head and it makes me feel warm like it always does.
He sits down in the grass and he’s bought some toys out, we play with them and mine is an owl. I laugh until I cry and I feel like I can’t swallow, we sing songs together like always. Then we go on a short train ride and go to the beach. We play in the sand and make castles, he makes an amazing moat that’s 2 feet deep and we stick our feet in it. We go down to the water with buckets, we see jelly fish and we get them back in the water. We paddle. Chris has a big golden retriever and he plays in the water barking and splashes us, we’re laughing.
We go to a book shop and look around, I buy The Wishing Chair and something by Anne Rice and then we go and explore and find a second hand shop. We look inside and find an amazing old book and we buy it and take it home.
We eat tea together which we’ve both cooked, it’s soy sauce and teriyaki beef with noodles and it’s delicious. Then we watch a Disney film together, maybe Pocahontas or The Little Mermaid. We sing along to all the songs.
We climb into my den at the end of the day, it’s softly lit and so comfortable. Our cats and dog get in with us and we all drift off to a deep sleep.
Begin a piece of prose with one of these sentences: "I wanted the moon...", "The walls voice sounded like a child's...", "The cat wanted to go back home..."
I wanted the moon to smile back at me. For so many nights, so many I had lost count, I sat on my windowsill and peered up at the moon and waited for him to smile.
We had many secret meetings, the moon and I. When everybody had gone to sleep I would climb up onto the sill, open the window wide and dangle my legs over the side. I was never supposed to do this.
The moon and I had secrets. I would tell him all of my fears and ask for him to take them away, I’d make wishes to his friends and I’d study his face with a cheap pair of binoculars. He liked me, I think.
I liked the days when I walked to school bright and early and it was cold enough to see the moon still shining away… he was hazy then and high, hanging there and fading. On those days he would come back in the afternoon and I would see him on the way back. I would smile at him and he would smile back.
Why? I tried asking him a few times but he was ignoring me, turning his face away. What had I done so wrong?
I grew up.















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