It's one of my most favourite places to sit with my cup of Cocoa, because the heater looks after your cold toes and that's where the very big dictionary lives.
(I am teaching myself a new word everyday, today's word is 'Aureola').
I have just climbed up to my bedroom because in the living room they are watching a programme about bald eagles and I am afraid of bald eagles.
I'm afraid of the dark too, and lemon curd and falling asleep and forgetting how to breathe.
Sometimes I'm afraid of my heart getting sleepy and stopping.
But, I'm most afraid of all the ice-caps melting and our houses being swallowed up by the sea.
I keep having dreams about it and that's why I've become scared of falling asleep.
In my dreams the ocean reaches up to my bedroom window and I look out and it's like Noah's Ark has capsized, there are animals everywhere. White animals.
Beluga whales and polar bears. Doves and snowy owls. My brother runs into my bedroom and says that there is an artic fox asleep inside the bathtub.
And the ocean is getting higher and higher and I know that we have to swim, because that's the only way.
Follow the white rabbits.
Hope upon hope for a Pirate Ship or a Never-Bird.
I always wake up just after jumping into the ocean, but I think I know what must happen in the end. Nobody can swim forever.
(I told this to M, she said I should draw it and draw it and draw it until it goes away).
Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
