Frolic Me Illustrated File

Frolic me the way rain frolics a rooftop: tap-dancing, relentless, delicious. Frolic me the way dogs greet their humans — whole bodies wagging, no dignity, all devotion.

Let the page catch you mid-laugh. Let the line wobble where you stumbled into joy. Here, nothing is posed — everything is felt . frolic me illustrated

Turn the page. Better — turn yourself toward something silly . Skip. Spin. Spill your coffee laughing. This book is not a mirror. It’s a permission slip signed by your ribs. Frolic me the way rain frolics a rooftop: