As she rested her head, and gazed into the morning light, her thoughts wandered as a child's are wont to do. From the joys -- a moment playing with Scruffy the dog, the kiss her mother had given her before bed, her daddy coming up the walk after work each day -- to the little traumas -- the skinned knee, that mean boy at school, the death of Petrie the budgie.
With each thought came a subtle change of expression, as the tempest of her mind brought her through the miniature storms of emotions that accompany the whirlwind that is a forming conciousness. At the end, however, a small and subtle smile played upon her lips, and a light came to her eyes, and the world was good and right.
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