Daisy Dreamer and the World of Make-Believe
The Magic Door
Is this really true? Is this really happening to me? Am I, Daisy Dreamer, actually going to visit an imaginary world . . . ?
“Are you ready, Daisy?” asks Posey, my very real imaginary friend.
I think hard. But only for one second, because do I want to see a world full of magical stuff? You better believe I do!
“YES!” I shout and jump, jump, jump for joy. Obviously. “But how do we get there?”
Now, I have been to lots of places in my life. I’ve been to my grandma Upsy’s house, and I went to the aquarium on our first-grade field trip. I’ve even had a sleepover at my best friend Lily’s house! But I’ve never been someplace imaginary.
Posey doesn’t answer my question. He’s too busy going through my stuff. So how do you get to an imaginary place? I ask myself. Do you have to wear magic shoes? Or fly on a winged hippopotamus? Or take a hot-air balloon?
Then WHACK! A sock hits me in the side of the head.
“OW!” I say, even though it doesn’t really hurt.
Then WHOOSH! I duck out of the way of my hairbrush just in time. Hey, that WOULD have hurt! I say to myself, and I shield my head with one hand.
“What do you think you’re DOING?!” I shout as things continue to fly across my room. Posey is pulling stuff out of my drawers. There goes a doll . . . and a shoe . . . and a . . .
“What’s this?” Posey asks. He’s holding up a pair of my underwear!
“Hey, put those DOWN!” I shout. “That is so embarrassing!” Obviously.
Then I stomp toward Posey. “That’s enough!” I say. “I’m drawing the line!”
Posey stops and looks up. “No, I’m drawing the line,” he replies. “But I need something to draw it with!”
“Huh?” I say. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m looking for a mark maker,” Posey says, digging through my dresser drawers. “We need to draw a magic mark to get to the World of Make-Believe, but I can’t find anything to draw with!”
“You mean like a marker or a pen?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “One of those things that squeaks when you draw things!”