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- I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
- It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
- Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens.
- I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
- It's warm and tingly.
- But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
- And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
- Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.
- My collection makes me lots of friends.
- Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
- Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
- Down comes a bottle to save the day.
- Night after night, more dreams.
- Friend after friend, more bottles.
- Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
- Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies.
- Digging and digging.
- Scraping and scraping.
- I blow dust off my bottle caps.
- It doesn't feel like time elapsed.
- My empty shelf could use some more.
- My friends look through my locked front door.
- Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
- In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much?
- I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other.
- Holding them out to each and every friend.
- Each and every bottle.
- But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet.
- Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor.
- They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren't smiling.
- They're all shouting, pleading. Something.
- But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
- Inside my head.
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