The story of Zayla Twinkle began on a Friday, beneath the luminescent glow of a full moon
At precisely 23:08, Zayla dreamed that she was swimming in plum flavored Jello
She flung her left arm towards the lampshade, causing it to wobble with uncertainty,
before toppling to the floor with a great commotion
This is why, as the moon made it’s transit across the prime meridian, Zayla sat bolt
upright underneath her quilt, trying to make sense of her surroundings