located in the north part of the soul, where the wind blows away dark thoughts, people sink their feet in the sand, eat lots of chocolate and nobody minds the rain.

galaxies galore

there’s a strange, little man living in B’s attic. she lets him stay there because, at the beginning, he used to break wonderful holes in the ceiling, which let all the spectacular skies inside [and everybody knows the skies make great guests]

the only problem is, whenever someone or something would scare the strange, little man in B’s attic, he’d turn on all the lights. which meant B had to face all the mess and the monsters hiding in dark corners.

so please tread carefully around B these days. there’s a strange, little man living in her attic that dreads loud noises and bad news.