Sara
When Sara woke up, she felt warm and cozy. She looked around her room and couldn't believe her eyes. On the table there were small dishes, a cup and a teapot. New warm blankets were on the bed. "Oh, it can't be true! It's magic!" Sara cried. She touched the table, the dishes, and the blankets. "It's real. I'm not dreaming!" Sara said. And she found this note: To the little girl in the attic. From a friend. "Somebody cares for me. I have a friend!" she cried. The day was muddier and colder. Sara went up the stairs and stood before the attic door. "The magic might have gone away. It was just for one night," she said to herself. She pushed the door open and went in.