Ezequiel uncaps the fresh blue paint. The brush dips into the cool, slippery liquid. He draws a thick, curved leg on the paper. A drop splashes his sleeve.
He switches to yellow crayons, pressing hard. The wax crinkles loudly in the quiet room. Ezequiel hums a low rumble that matches the creature's imaginary roar.
The page feels too small for their adventure. Ezequiel pushes the drawing toward the edge. He grabs a green marker and connects the animals with a looping vine.
A breeze from the window ruffles the paper corner. The drawn animals seem to shift positions. Ezequiel leans close, squinting at the tangled vines like a secret bridge.
Ezequiel smiles and adds a tiny sun in the sky. The colors blend into a warm, bright horizon. The room is still, but the picture looks alive.
He caps his markers, leaving the story paused. The jungle waits quietly on the desk. Ezequiel steps back, ready for tomorrow's adventure.