When I go to sleep, my imagination wakes up. This is because my imagination lives in my eyelashes, so when my eyelashes are working, there is no energy left for my imagination. When I am sleeping, however, my eyelashes are peaceful, so my imagination uses the available energy.

My imagination takes on many forms. Sometimes it is a camp, complete with the natural surroundings, camp site and aromas. Clean dirt is the only way I can describe the way my imagination smells here. My imagination is also a soccer field. It gives me lots of things to do on the field. I love soccer. The final form my imagination takes is my house. The thing is, though, it's never really my house. I mean, the location is different, or the layout of the house is different, or it's an entirely new house. But for some reason, I know I'm home.

My imagination tastes like cookies. Chocolate chip, Oreos, shortbread, or gingerbread cookies are all there. It's a smorgasbord of sweetness! Very seldom does my imagination taste sour. When I'm upset or angry, it tastes sour. Every so often, however, my imagination even tastes tangy. This happens when I'm feeling sarcastic or irritated, although usually my imagination is avoiding me at those times…!

My Spirit, My Declaration

Athletic, honest, logical, creative

–Wittney