PASTEL CRAYONS.
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With her bare feet, she walked onto those cotton clouds with joy.
The sky was looking pretty and dazzling from the glitters that served as the stars even when the sun was striking above—it was never night in Mila's world.
The sun would always shine and welcome her once the daylight faded in her reality.
Like any other child, Little Mila loved coloring but only with her favorite pastel colored crayons because pastels are not only reminding her but taking her to her own little world.
The moon and darkness scared her ever since she was little so she would throw away her dark colored crayons which were all evident to have a strident and loud presence.
It also reminded her of the monster lurking under her bed, starving for a flesh.
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