I remember my oldest house. Once, I asked my Dad to colour in a heart, and he did it in little circles. I asked him why, and he said so it would be prettier. I didn't like it.
One time there was a thunderstorm. My dad came into my room and asked me if I wanted to go on the porch to watch the lightning. I didn't like the loud thunder, but the sky was beautiful. It hit a tree though, so my dad took me back inside.
Another time, he brought home a bear who was slightly off white. He had SAID he found it in the snow. I knew he was lying, but I took the bear and it was my favorite for a while. It's name was nectre.
I have little to no memories of any more of this house, other than a bald man who jumped when the thunder came and hit his head.
-Kai, your neighborhood insomniac.
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Thoughts by Myself
RandomSometimes you think too hard for your own good. Warning: this book contains details that might trigger some readers. Proceed with caution. Mention of hallucinations
