This may be a surprise, but even someone as fabulous as me can have some regrets. Last year, I ate a cotton ball. 

We had just finished up watching 'Elf', and I happened to be hungry. Me being an idiot, as normal, I took inspiration from Buddy and ate said fluffy cloud of joy. Virgil may have seen me throw up a cotton ball. And Patton. And Logan. And Thomas. It was pretty awkward.

Two years ago, I called 'Stormy night' "hot topic" and he seemed to think that I thought he was hot. Which is not at all true. Except for the fact that he also has my face, which makes him undeniably attractive. Because we all are. And when he gets that twinkle in his eye when he's about to call me a name? Not hot. And when he melts that outer shell and smiles? Not hot. And when he accidentally smiles or laughs? Not hot. And when he accidentally holds my hand? Not hot, right?

Yeah, no way. Stop lying, you totally think he's hot when he accidentally holds your hand. You turned bright heccin red. That's attraction if I ever saw it. And I should know. I'm the romantic side! Well, kind of.

Besides, what does it matter? He'd never like you anyway. Excuse you, stupid thoughts! I am attractive! Suuure, and he definitely thinks so. What does it matter what he thinks of me anyway? Because you're attracted to him, that's why. No, I'm not! You turn bright red when he's around, You have his favorite Disney song stuck in your head, you can't seem to stop thinking of him, You replay your conversations in your head, seeing him makes you feel giddy, and you almost pulled a sword on Logan the other day when he said he couldn't understand why Thomas still trusted him if he was overactive and hurting Thomas, you can't stop thinking about how his jacket compliments his shoulders, and how his freckles (which he insists he doesn't have) look like constellations. Definitely not attraction.

Just because he's attractive doesn't mean I'm attracted to him. A fair point, if you weren't also attracted to him. I'm not! I just can't help noticing the way his hair looks so soft in the sunlight, and I want to run my finger through it, and kiss the top of his hea- wait, what??!

Where the heck did that thought come from?? I couldn't have a crush on him!! He's my friend and even that's a miracle. 

Anyways, I quickly pull up a schedule for the day. No filming, but FamILY gaming night. Patton's rules. I head off to Imagination Land, as there doesn't seem to be anything for a while. I twist my doorknob up; and when I open my door, the portal is up and running. I take off my jacket (I always sleep in my "I'm that gay Disney prince" hoodie, (gift from Patton), and show off a secret that no one knows about yet. 

My wings shake free, and I give a relieved smile. I jump through the portal, and my wings open and catch a warm wind. I hover for a second, turning back to close my door. The beautiful rainbow vortex that leads back to my room has a door attached and with a quick flap of my wings, I fly over and push it closed. With that taken care of, I dive towards the ground, my heart in my throat.

 I open my wings and begin to glide. My heart begins to soar as my body does as well, and I finally feel free. No back cramping, itchy feathers, or weird wrinkles in my jacket. Just me, the air, and the warm feeling as the wind brushes my wings. I can feel the powerful muscles thrum as I pull up at a gradual angle, and I look around me.

Imagination begins as a silvery opalescent land surrounding me. There are no distinct features, apart from a rising sun. If I wanted to, I could shape the land. My every idea could be projected onto the land, or it could become a portal to anywhere. I continued to soar, my giant golden feathered wings beating a powerful rhythm against the world. Each feather in my wings is as long as my forearm, or bigger. Underneath, there's a downy layer of fuzz, keeping me warm and insulated in case of cold weather. It always takes me extra long to shave, as white fuzz like to pop up on my body to keep me warm. I haven't told the sides yet, and I know I should, but my wings are mine, and I feel the sharp need to protect them from the world.  Only one side truly knows, and he's always the best at finding my secrets. 

A visit to him is due anytime now, so I pull up a mental idea of what his place looks like, and project it.

I carefully align myself back with real gravity and go vertical, slowing my flapping. I land gently, thankful for the years of training that it took to get there, and the soft grass seems to greet my bare feet, warm from the glow of the rising sun. My weight settles down on the ground, as I turn all gravity back on (did you think even wings as big as mine could lift my weight?). I look up and am greeted by the familiar slope of the cottage.  

A big yellow door seems to glow against the soft wooden appearance of the house. If you lack imagination, fear not my dear friend, he's literally in imagination! Basically it looks like a giant three-story gingerbread house, minus the candy and diabetes. The shingles are a dark blue, and expansive windows show the inside of a dark house. One singular light is on, and knowing why, I walk up to the door and instead of knocking or ringing the doorbell, I simply call him.

"Hey dude, I'm outside your house!"

"Cool, I'll be at the door shortly."

"See you soon"

"See ya"

I hit the end call button and shove my phone into my pajama pants pocket. (red fluffy pajama pants if you need to know) I wait, albeit slightly impatiently for him to answer the door. About a full minute later, the door slowly and softly opens, making the least sound possible. Seeing his familiar face, I smile, and he lets me in.