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Her list was gigantic. She tried to make it seem less daunting by splitting it into categories but alas, it still made her eyes go blurry looking at it. She reminded herself to breathe and looked at the first column.  It was full of fun stuff - baking and sewing.  She'd pick something off there. PJ pants. She could see pj pants for herself.  

She got up and walked to the spare room and dragged out her fabric stash. Her gigantic fabric stash and dug around until she found the forest print cotton she'd bought a decade ago to make said pj pants. She'd bought the fabric because it reminded her of a calm place, slightly odd with simplified trees in odds shapes and colours. It made her think that she'd dream about somewhere a little bit magical.

She liked living with a little bit of magic. It was like she was born with a seed deep within her that grew with her imagination. It felt like if she didn't water it regularly by finding sparks and ways to escape it withered a little, and that made her sad. And a little lost. She didn't know who she was without the seed and lately, perhaps she'd been so caught up with reality, that she didn't take the time to lighten up and water the seed. Closing her eyes, she turned her attention within and tried to concentrate.  She imagined her little magic plant and pictured what it looked like and if it was lacking that sparkle. She almost gasped out loud when she felt her fingertips tingle and her feet brush over a sensation like walking on furry grass.  Her magic tree was there, inside her, but it looks a little dull. Glancing around she was a watering can and she tentatively picked it up and took it to her tree to water it.  Marshmallows came out the nozzle and when they hit the plant, and the ground surrounding it broke in to small droplets of rainbow, showering the area with light, and the overwhelming feeling of hPpiness.