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Feburary 23

I had been sitting in one of the several bars in the chatterbox, listening to music on my headphones when some guy came and knocked my drink over into my lap. I stood up, infuriated, but he had already left.
I tried following, but on my way out, someone knocked into me and I hit against the wall of the bar, and I slid down, kind of dazed, to the gross and sticky floor.
I was suprised as hell to find a book down there. A gross and sticky book, much like the floor, I poked at it lightly to make sure it was actually what I thought it was. With a little more timidness, I peeled it from its resting place on the floor, leaving a small clean spot on the otherwise disgusting floor of the bar.
Shrugging and standing back up, picking peices of dirt and stuff I didn't want to identify, I started out the bar, completely forgetting the fact that only a minute earlier I had been soaked by my drink.

Feburary 24th (much later)

I had been late to class earlier today, because of weird dreams about rabbits, and cats, and little girls falling. Indeed, I had strange dreams sometimes, but I think this must have topped the cake ( except the one I had about Halle Berry and stealing of the babies- thats another tale.). After rushing out the door, I attended my two classes and sat down in the library to work on my homework. I realized then that I had put the book in my messenger bag as I had run out. I pulled it out gently, preparing to finally read the classic.
I stared at the book.
No, I wasn't imagining it. The book was actually glowing. I had this feeling, this .. instinct that I was supposed to open it, read it, but I resisted for a moment. Why was it glowing? A dull brownish-orange aura surrounded it, and made the cheshire cat on the front look like a normal cat....
The cheshire cat has always been one of my favorite literary characters. It was strange that such a simple creature could compare to the other favorites, the dragons, gryffons, and unicorns and such.
But cheshire cats are not as simple as they may seem.
I swear the book was compelling me to read it as I opened the front cover just a little to peek inside of it. The first page was blank.
In retrospect, I should have been a little cautious, but I thought nothing of it, and flipped through it gently, smoothing out pages here and there, and after bugging the librarian a little I got some tape to tape the ripped pages.
After reading a little in the book, I noticed that certain words seemed to be bolded in the text, as if someone had gone through just before I got the book to point out certain words.
Cheshire, Cat, and Grin were the three most common ones.
I shrugged it off a little, then put the glowing book down on the library desk, staring at it apprehensivley. Then, shrugging again, I stuck all my books back in my bag and headed home to get food or something.

February 24

With a skwak, I fell to the ground, watching my hard days work go flying everywhere. My homework, snippits of poetry, and chapters to my novel went soaring in different directions.
But I didn't move.
My eyes were focused on the little blob that was staring at me and grinning madly. The thing let out a small giggle, then floated towards me, the grin still on his face.
I blinked and scooted back a little, but that seemed to make the creature sad. It purred at me, and I reached out my hand to it so it could smell me and make sure I was okay.
It sniffed a little, then purred again, settling down in my hand and nuzzling my fingers.
"how cuuuute!" I squeed, pulling it closer to me and cuddling it. it still grinned at me, and I grinned back, then I said, "Will you help me pick up the papers, please?"
It looked at me curiously, and I pointed to a peice of paper that was floating over near an alley. It grinned wider (if thats possible) and then suddenly vanished, but the grin was still there!
Then it reappeared, with sheets of paper grasped in its little hands, and held them out to me.
"what the.. what are you?" I said curiously, taking the papers and stuffing them into my bag. I started gathering the papers around us and putting htem back into my bag with little mutters about them being out of order.
He purred again then darted into my bag, his grin following him slower. He rummaged around a little, then settled down, his small head poking out from the bag.
Laughing a little, I started home, trying in vain to put the papers in order again. The spirit's grin hung around my shoulder.