her face was expressionless as she thought. her roleplayer had a sudden burst of muse, so they both agreed on a song. " you would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep. 'cause they'd fill up the air and leave tear drops everywhere, you'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare. " these lyrics were sung lightly and gently, with a sad tune to it. firepaw thought what she wanted to do in life as more words spilled out of her mouth.
" I'd like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly. it's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'cause evrytihng is never as it seems. " that was true. she seemed like a normal cream tabby. but looks can be deceiving, that she learned long ago. what did a firefly look like? she would have to look for it one day. maybe then she's know why she loved to sing about them.
she took a small breath for a pause before continuing. " 'cause I'd get a thousand hugs, from ten thousand lightning bugs, as they tried to teach me how to dance. a foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my be-ed, the disco ball is hanging by a thread, read, read. " the disco ball explained her sanity. telepathy didn't help. she needed to hear for real, not for other people! she'd give a million things for one good ear.
firepaw had to sing some more. her throat was getting sore, and her voice was getting worse form the angelic sounds in the beginning, but she had to continue. " I'd like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly-lowly.. it's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, cause everything is never, never, never as it seems! " she stretched out the seems part, and her voice mended back into the best quality possible, which was still about average.
" leave my door open just a crack (please take me away from here), 'cause I feel like such a insomniac (please take me away from here). why do I tire of counting sheep? (please take me away from here), when I'm far too tired to fall asleep. " it was sort of vice versa for tiring of counting sheep. the sheep were probably tired of her counting them! it also helped her sanity. the insomniac was starting to be true, very sadly.
" and so I say goodbye, to ten million fireflies, it's weird cause I hate goodbyes. I got misty eyes as they said farewell, but i'll know where several are. if my dreams get bizzare, 'cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar. " firepaw almost had no connection to that section, except for the saying goodbye part.
those were all the lines she could find in her empty mind.