Floating ✨

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"I can move all the constellations,
I make planets but people invade them,
I make stars and move them forward,
Rockets land and my work is clawed,"
I sing twirling around my space themed room, my platinum blond hair swishing and swaying around my hips gracefully as I spin uncontrollably and tumble over, landing on my 'very comfortable' floor with a bang. "Owwww.." I groan rubbing my side witch no doubt will have a bruise by tomorrow, hearing light footsteps come up the stairs my eyes widen , "sweetie are you ok in here, I heard a bang" my mother says coming in my room chuckling lightly. "Have you ever heard of knocking?" I say in a very sassy teenage voice making us both laugh uncontrollably. "What's going on in here?" Says a deep masculine voice, making my mum jump a little "honey bear don't sneak up on me like that, and what got you home so early" she says in a rather seductive voice , grossing me out they always do this it's practically a routine by now "mum dad erm... I'm still here" I go letting a uncomfortable laugh. They look back at me, "oh sorry sweetie well be next door if needed" mum says swating my dad out the room then following shortly after. I get up off my floor and continue singing like that never happened.
"Think, create, and make,
Nothing in the atmosphere is fake,
It's all just my escape,
From the curiosity in my brain." I finish my song and sit on my galaxy bed sheets taking a big breath. After a minute or two I get back up and waltz over to my Chester draws, getting my navy blue pjs and heading to my private bathroom for a shower to cleanse myself from this very long day.

Word count: 306 words

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