My dream week by Bianka

On Monday, I found a old note wet through written on yellowy paper smudged like a broken promise lying next to the canal. 

On Tuesday, I walked to Healy nab, and watched two birds swoop at a scared small mouse running for its life. 

On Wednesday, I saw a girl wearing a shimmering silver dress and a star on her forehead skip down the street chanting a song quietly.

On Thursday, I touched a gold leaf embroidered in patterns of many sitting under a regular oak tree. 

On Friday, I tasted a huge ice cream sundae sprinkled with something that came from the stars. 

On Saturday, I heard the hush of the leaves whispering a forever forgotten song.

On Sunday, I dreamed of another perfect week full of good memories.