Doodles.

I was ecstatic the day she picked me up. As she gently picked me up and placed me in-between her fingers, I felt the chill of her breath. She placed my head on a blank piece of paper as if it were a canvas and began making odd lines – small drawings filled with loops and curves. I could hear her warm laughter and focused on the exhilaration I was getting from my period of freedom. I danced and danced all over the paper, only stopping when she needed to use a colored friend of mine. Once I was put back in the case with the rest of my friends, I anticipated the next day so I could dance again.

 

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