Exactly at 7:00 pm everyday, things change,
like they move in my room.
My fairy lights laugh and dance around in the dark.
My stuffed animal runs off the bed and starts to sing opera.
The picture of the turtle on my calendar comes to life and gracefully jumps into water.
My blankets come out of the cabinets and boogie their way across the hallway.
But if I look, the magic disappears. So at exactly 7:00, I close my door, close my window and sit in the hallway listening to all what my room can do.
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