teresafogel
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We live in a tiny cottage by the bay in a place that doesn't snow and only rains. Our motor car is a microwave between May and November. Alligators circle in the distance and coyotes linger by the moonlight impatiently waiting for a wayward bunny.
There presides one magical little girl who answers to Oona only when she feels like it. Whip-smart and hug-worthy. Black boots and Mozart with a mix of Phoebe Bridgers but "no Taylor Swift ever". Always always always drawing even when she sleeps.
There is a lord of the manor who has paws and a tail and answers to Snuggles only when he feels like it. He barks at the doorbell but hides from neighbors' footsteps and Amazonian drivers. Happiest on movie nights cuddled up in blankets, wrapped in the arms and legs of his little human, dining on too many bickies.
Finally, there is a chef-social secretary-laundress-chambermaid-chauffeur-valet-gardener who doesn't have many dreams left because most of them came true and are embodied in the magical little girl in black boots. Except: a tiny cottage in England or Ireland. One day. When her daughter is older and less resistant to change. There will be no alligators or snakes or traffic lights (no traffic of any kind), no politics, no alarm clocks, no schedules, no measuring of time except by way of holidays and wrinkles. Until then, there will be lots of music and giggles.