Sometimes I wake up feeling like a wild mustang – bucking off the soft, worn sheets like they're restraints trying to hold me back, while the morning sunlight pours over me in a gentle, sticky mess. My room's a chaos of stuffed animals and rainbow-colored tangles of yarn but I love it that way. This morning, I spotted my trusty stuffed rabbit 'Fleecy' clinging to the windowsill, watching the ants march by with wide glass eyes. We were going on an adventure.
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