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Glitter landed on my whiskers. I didn’t brush it off. It felt like me.

I stitched lace onto paper and pretended it was silk.

I saved a cream puff for tomorrow. I felt silly being worried so I put the worry away and saved it as extra instead.

Dreams smell like rosewater when I press them close.

Sometimes fabric doesn’t like me. But I talk to it nicely, it twirls, and I know it does.

I want my dresses to look like smiles you can wear.

Ribbons fall asleep in my paws when I braid them. It makes me sleepy too.

I sketched a dress that looked like clouds then I stitched it together.

Tomorrow I’ll continue to make the world my playground.

Pulie and I argued loudly about bravery. We both won.

I like loud halls. Silence feels all wrong.

Miss Lemon frowned for flipping my pencil in the air. I winked back.

Juju scolded me, but she was smiling so I didn't listen a lot.

I jumped off the table. it made my paws ache, but they landed true.

A dare tastes better than cream.

If the house creaks, it’s cheering for me to learn another secret.

Rules are suggestions. Suggestions are optional.

I found a coin under the rug. It’s treasure now but it still doesn't spend like stars.

Paulie says I’m reckless. He’s right. But reckless feels good right now.

I climbed the tallest chair and declared myself king.