I wake to find Ella by the window, stretching. Smiling, I yawn and sit up. Kyle comes waddling out of the spare room, climbing on the couch and sitting on my legs.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of. — Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane