“Girls,” she coos, “I brought you something.”
We scooch back farther. We scooch until our butts are smooshed against the wall and our tails are trampled beneath our back paws.
“Kitties,” she tries, “where are my cute little kitties?”
Our bodies push back but there’s nowhere left to scooch.
Yes, we are cute little kitties!
But not for scary, awful, no-good Seiko.
- Scary, Awful, No-Good Seiko
Clouds are an illusion. Millions of tiny droplets of water reflect light, creating the whiteness — or sometimes the grayness or pinkness — you can see with your eyes. Clouds are like smoke, in a way. Even when smoke's so thick it’s like trying to see through a wall, your hand slices through it like nothing.
Clouds are an illusion, which is why Nick should have plunged straight through one. Instead, he finds himself floating on a giant cotton candy marshmallow two-thousand feet above the ground and somehow not falling to his death. He's cradled in a cumulus humilis like a bird in a nest.
- The Boy Who Sailed The Sky
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