My Best Friend

My Best Friend

I have a friend. She lives in my house.

When I am happy, so is she.

When I cry, she cries too.

But I cannot hear her voice. My friend lives inside the mirror.

“Come out”, I tell her, “we will play”. She does not come out.

I am not happy.  I go to sleep.

She comes out of the mirror in my sleep! And we have fun.

We play, we run,  we shout, and  scream together.

When I talk to her, she also talks to me.

In the morning,  my friend will go back  into the mirror.

But I don’t mind at all. We will  play again in my dreams.

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