Everything is fuzzy like a teddy bear. I chuckle at the pretty sunlight in the window. Everything so pretty! Gina is pretty too! Movement above me caught my eye and I looked to see what it was. The pale pinks, blues, and yellows of a cloud of plastic butterflies twisted slowly in endless circles above me as I reached out joyfully to try to touch the mobile hung on the headstead of the crib. “Butterflies! Pretty, pretty butterfries!”, I squealed to myself in pleasure.
The Day’s of his Lives Scene 172
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