Every morning at half-past nine, the girl with the polka-dot bow would meet her owl friend beneath the ticking clock. She carried a flower and he carried secrets—tales stitched together from moonlight, patchwork dreams, and the chatter of butterflies.
She asked questions only owls could answer: Why do hearts float? Why do rabbits hide in clocks? Why does music look like raindrops? The owl never told her everything, only enough to make her laugh, tilt her oversized glasses, and keep coming back for more.
And so, in a world of colors and clocks, the girl and the owl kept time with wonder.
Every morning at half-past nine, the girl with the polka-dot bow would meet her owl friend beneath the ticking clock. She carried a flower and he carried secrets—tales stitched together from moonlight, patchwork dreams, and the chatter of butterflies.
She asked questions only owls could answer: Why do hearts float? Why do rabbits hide in clocks? Why does music look like raindrops? The owl never told her everything, only enough to make her laugh, tilt her oversized glasses, and keep coming back for more.
And so, in a world of colors and clocks, the girl and the owl kept time with wonder.
