My Imaginary Winter Day

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My Imaginary Winter Day

I opened my eyes, wondering about what was gonna happen next. The dark sky was looming over head. Snow was sure to come.
"Daddy, can I go outside?" I asked.
"No, honey it's snowing." Daddy answered from the table where he was reading his newspaper.
"But it's always snowing!" I protested.
"Then find something else to do." Daddy said. I sighed. I climbed the stairs and into my small bedroom. I grabbed my novel and laid down on my bed, trying to keep my mind off the fact that I was stuck inside on a perfect Saturday morning just because it was snowing.

BANG

I jumped. It sounded like something had tumbled in the attic above my room. I closed my book; I was half done with the chapter. I walked to my doorway and poked my head out.
"Daddy, can I go up to the attic?" I shouted down the stairs.
"Sure!" Daddy shouted back. I could tell by his distracted tone that he was still reading the paper.
I practically ran the five feet to closet which contained the stairs up to the attic. I walked slowly up the dark stairs, trying hard not to loose my footing and fall. I wasn't prepared for what I found.
"Who -- who are you?" I stammered.
In front of me was a large brown bear, standing on his hind legs. As soon as I had spoken, I felt like a complete idiot. The bear couldn't answer me.
"Hula Balula." (pronounced Who-la Ba-Lou-La) "Who are you?"
"I'm Kimmy." I answered.
"Howdy, Kimmy. What are you doing in my home-home-home?" Hula Balula asked.
"Your home? This is my house." I said.
"No. It belongs to both of us." Hula Balula replied.
I smiled and imagined all the neat stuff me and my new friend Hula Balula could do together. Remarkably, we managed to do all it before dinner.
That night before I went to sleep I thought about how nice it would be for Hula Balula to tuck me in that night because Daddy was too busy to do it himself. Then, just as I finished thinking it, Hula Balula appeared out of nowhere and tucked me in, just as I imagined it.
Even though I knew Hula Balula wasn't real, he was mine. Hula Balula would never be too busy like Daddy, and Hula Balula wouldn't walk out on me like Mama did six years ago (I'm eight) and I also knew that I could count on Hula Balula to show up when ever it snowed and whenever I wanted to play with someone, Hula Balula would never tell me no.
I was gonna have lots of fun with my imaginary friend.