The floor is lava. It has been a long time since my floor became lava. I was beginning to think it had forgotten the art. Today, however, I was pleasantly surprised. My playmate returned. Funny. I cannot recall when was the last time I jumped around on the armrests and backs of the sofa sets and all the other furniture while the red hot lava bubbled underneath.
It felt refreshing to see
the floor the lava my lava was exactly how it used to be. I had stopped believing in my lava-it had been so long since I played this game. My little cousin visited me. It was her call that the lava answered. That my lava answered. I admit, I was just the tiny bit hurt, but I welcomed it all the same.
I suppose the lava answers only little kids-young believers. Today, I saw it appear again. Somewhere between…
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