That room looks like a big white canvas. Last night as I was falling asleep, my brain decided it would be lovely if I asked my mom for a giant white wall. There are some downstairs, in the school room. And that is exactly what that room is for, right? Being creative. Oh sorry, I should tell you that I want a giant wall so that I can draw something on it everyday for a year. I want to put anything on it, anything that represents that day in time. I can write words, or tape up pictures, or sketch something. I suppose I could always do that in a sketchbook, but having a big white wall of my own sounds so much nicer. Then at the end of the year we can just paint it over with white and start over. 365 little bits of exquisiteness.
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