Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Grandpa Whiskers nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, many times, Stevie.

But I learned that courage isn't about not being afraid; it's

about facing your fears and learning from them. And no matter

where I went, I always knew I had a loving family to return to."

As the dream began to fade, Grandpa Whiskers gave Stevie a

gentle nudge. "Remember, little one, our stories are a part of

you. Carry them with you, and you'll never be alone."

As the sun set, Stevie and his grandparents sat by the

fireplace, watching the flames dance and listening to the

soothing crackle of the wood. Stevie felt a sense of peace and

happiness he had never known before. He knew that this was a

place where he belonged, surrounded by love and warmth.

Just as Stevie was about to fall asleep in his dream, he heard a

soft voice calling his name. It was his mother, gently waking

him up. Stevie opened his eyes, feeling the comfort of his own

bed. Though it had all been a dream, Stevie knew that one day,

he would visit his grandparents for real. Until then, he would

cherish the magical adventure he had in his dreams.

On the Street Where You Live

I have often walked down this street before

But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before

All at once am I several stories high