In the attic, shadows danced. My teddy bear blinked in the moonlight, a hundred blinks for a hundred nights. Giggling, I knew Teddy had secrets, secrets ancient as stars.
A field of dandelions, wishes caught, forever waiting to whisper forgotten dreams of children who ran too fast to stay.
Raindrops kiss the window, wondering why daytime doesn't sing like evenings do. A pond nearby hums a tune heard only by wind chimes and wayward ducks.
Move the dusty board, watch colors swirl... a forgotten river of hues...