Imagine

The girl sat with her back facing the window. Her gaze was toward the ground. Soft brown curls guarded her eyes and through the wisps she could make out a tiny crack in the oak. A million and one stories raced through her mind, of the hobbit who lived in the crack, the mouse family who only wanted some cheese, a Penny who was sent to its demise. This girl was a dreamer. She paid no attention to fact only her faith that somewhere a good story was happening and it was her job to imagine it.