Michael Jackson Imagines (14)

Feather (Thrad era) 🪶

One day, Michael and I were taking a nice walk through Neverland when I spotted something on the ground.

It was a feather.

"Ooh, and it's soft, too".

I gently moved the feather across my cheek.

"I know what we can do with it. Follow me, baby".

Michael took ahold of my hand and he led me back into the house.

I watched as he took out a pair of safety scissors, a piece of paper, and a bottle of black ink.

"You're not gonna cut the feather, are you Applehead"?

Michael heard me ask.

"You'll see..."

The singer made a few incisions at the end part of the feather.

And then, he dipped it into the bottle of ink.

"Oh yeah, I know what it is".

I picked up the feather and drew a picture with it.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was doing".

Michael giggled, watching me draw a picture of a kitten.

"Now it's your turn to do something with it".

He handed me the feather and with a grin, I led him to the couch and told him to take off one white sock and one penny loafer.

I then lifted up his leg and ran the soft part of the feather across his foot.

"Aahahahaha! Noooo"!

I was laughing as I continued to tickle him with the feather.

"Stop it F/n! Hee hee hee"!

After a while, I stopped tickling him so Michael could catch his breath.