what a thursday night. the warrenwarming party went extra late, and you went deep into your acorns. you fumble in front of the three-inch high oak door for your singular skeleton key carved out of silver. but you can’t find it anywhere. you collapse on the side of the hill, exhausted, and wait for your housemate Vole to wake up and let you in. the sun is starting to rise, and it shimmers a little on the dewdrops as big as your head and on your wings. a wind begins to blow across the valley, and it carries a voice with it. the voice says:
it's music friday!
what was your favorite song this past week?
