My forehead rests against the windowpane. Outside, the sun is playing peek-a-boo! One minute, a huge, bright light is shining right on me, making me squint like I’ve seen a magic trick. It feels so warm and happy, like getting a big hug from a sunshine bear. Then, a giant fluffy cloud drifts in front, and the light goes away. It gets a little darker, and my face feels a tiny bit lonely.
But I don’t mind. I like it like this. When the sun disappears, it makes me think about things. Like when I’m building my tallest tower, and it falls down. That’s the shadow part. But then I get to build it even taller, and that’s the sun part! It’s like there’s a story happening, all made of light and not-light. The world outside is telling me stories, and I’m learning to read them. Each time the sun comes and goes, it’s like turning to a new page. It’s all part of learning.
Stephie
The Window
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