It's time for bubbles.
There's a blue, gloved hand under your chin, irritating you.
It's obstructing your view, and it smells funny.
To distract you, a flurry of bubbles float into the air, high enough that you can see over the blue gloved hand.
Your mum won't let go of your hand, squeezing almost too tightly. Your other hand is clutching Paddington the bear close to your chest.
Paddington is your bestest friend.
He is going to go on dream adventures with you today.
Together, you've decided that your next adventure is to go the library.
You've never been to one, but going there is your latest enthusiastic fixation.
You tell Paddington it's hard to focus on the library dream, it's too tricky with your head feeling wibbly.
The blue glove smells and your vision swerves in and out of focus.
Paddington likes the bubbles.
He wants to pop them with his feet.
Together, you and mum help Paddington soar into the air, swimming along elegantly, popping bubbles as he goes.
His toes get very wet.
This is funny, you think, it's like he just got out of the bath and dried off everything but his toes.
Silly Paddington.
The bubbles have rainbows in them.
Pretty, floaty rainbows.
Suddenly Paddington is too tired for air swimming.
He's heavy like he's been weighed down with rocks.
You two cuddle together and watch the colours swirl and dance.
Then it's time to go to the library.
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