mouses burrow they dont know who, magic mouse logic
in a field, beyond the lawn and on the other side of the water, there is a very small hole. it is the kind of hole that is easily forgotten or passed by, deftly hidden to hold precious things inside. inside the hole, there is nobody inside, but it is warmer than expected, with soft pine needles covering the floor. at the furthest end of the burrow, there is another hole, smaller than the first, a long tunnel. the tunnel seems to change from small to large and back again without notice, sometimes seeming unimaginably cramped, and at others seeming cavernously huge, the thick darkness hiding some secret enchantment. at the end of the tunnel, there is a
ripped piece of paper that glows in the darkness. the paper holds the scent of some distant staircase and seemed as if it was just waiting to share its story when the air felt right.
pompoms that glow in the darkness. that has been close to a neck.
a piece of grass that glows in the darkness. that has witnessed a conversation.
cardboard boats that glow in the darkness.
a magic mouse, a burrow like howls moving castle, a mouse that is obsessed with gakko, collects objects infused with magical energy.
pile, shelf, cupboard, drawer, hanging on the wall, under the floorboard, under the bed, on a clothesline,