Whenever I see her face, I smile.
She's very pretty, no matter what colour her hair is. Green, red, pink, blue, orange, whatever.
Aly reminds me of Belleville. That was where everything was blue with white spots. Her smile is like the sky itself. Everything else is the ground. She was so pretty, she was a beauty. If I'd stared at her for too long, I'd cry.
"Jack?" I all of a sudden heard Aly's voice. "Wake up!"
My eyes snapped open. Right in front of me was Aly. "Rise and shine."
I sat up in bed. "I'll wait outside," Aly piped. "You get ready."
I got out of bed and dressed. Then I brushed my teeth and headed outside.
"Ready for breakfast?" Aly smiled.
"Yes," I smiled and took her hand. We descended down the stairs together.