A giant flower with feather wings grew out of the chimney of the pink house.
The pink balloon
in my hair
and lifted me up.
I found a necklace in my garden. It was draped around the tulips waiting for me to save it. I rescued the dark rose quartz gem that was cut in an imperfect shaped heart. I put the necklace on and I started to glow. My skin was radiating a light pink aura, and I began to float off the ground. I grabbed onto a tulip stem as I rose into the air, but the force was so strong that the tulip came with me. I had no control over where I was going. I gently drifted through the sky with my heart gem and my tulip. I looked behind me and I left a soft pink trail wherever I went. I floated through miles of plains and fields and oceans. I plucked a leaf off a passing by tree for a pillow as I continued to float in my sleep. I was delicately placed on the top of a castle tower where I was greeted by a small hummingbird. I gave her the tulip, and then flew behind her through the turret window.
I built a snowman out of pink cotton candy. It was summer and I needed a friend. I started rolling the bubblegum flavor cotton candy along the lawn. The cotton candy was sticky so there were little blades of grass, unwelcome weeds and dandelion heads mixed into the cotton spheres. I stacked the three round cotton structures on top of one another and I had my pink multi-speckled partner by my side. I placed a baseball cap on his head along with a pair of sunglasses. I added straws for arms and gumdrops for buttons. I told him about my dreams to be a ballerina dancing with the ocean waves. I left him outside overnight intending to share my plan to build a tall butterfly ship for my travels the next morning. When I came back, I was sad to see a giant gust of wind had swept my airy cotton friend away. There was sticky pink cotton candy spread all across the grass. I still wanted a friend, so I started rolling my pink snowman together once again.
I’m sort of obsessed with pink. Like pink flowers and pink umbrellas. I start the day with rose tea in my pale blush coffee mug. I tend towards pink salmon and pink grapefruit. I collect strawberry pink fireflies that exist only in my imagination when I’m sitting on my hot pink bean bag chair. I write with pink pens and I draw pink pig pens. I doodle with fuchsia markers while sipping pink raspberry lemonade. I thought I might get a cat named Pinky. And of course I’m writing this in my pink pajamas.
One day I decided to pick flowers from the garden. I collected only the pink ones that had five petals and put them in my hair. I got slightly greedy and tried to pull out this tall pink punk rock flower with this avant-garde hair cut that was growing totally out of control. I reached over to grab the stem and slipped and fell backwards down this giant magenta worm hole. I had never been down a worm hole before, but the flowers in my hair bloomed into the most lovely, over-sized parachute above my head. I floated down safely towards the empty seat next to the Queen Worm who introduced herself as Katherine.