Once upon a whispering breeze, where the trees sway songs and the sun giggles from behind the fluffy clouds.
If I were a bird, I'd fly upside down just to see the ground wave at me like it's new every morning.
There's a little house in my dreams made of pancakes and syrup. The windows are made of honey, and the door creaks a tune only I know.
Sometimes, I talk with shadows. They tell secrets of the day they borrowed while hiding under beds and behind bright curtains.
Yesterday, I found a tiny ocean in my teacup. It had waves and everything! Imagine little fish playing tea parties.
Did you know that stars are just doodles made by the night? I've heard the moon sometimes erases and redraws them when it's bored.
The wind whispered a promise today, a song of adventures awaiting beneath the carpet of fog in the early morning light.
Somewhere in the fields