...ed, trying to fall asleep but he felt nothing since he had already slept before. Now all he felt like was exploring. Maybe Is can do that, he thought in his mind, trying to think in English but still having a broken form of it. And he knew that if he wanted to explore, Lilo's room would probably be the best place in the galaxy.
The young girl simply had a lot of stuff, things Stitch had gradually started to understand what purpose they had. For example, he knew not to touch the drawings she made. Stitch didn't like to draw himself, but what she drew was still interesting and once he stopped wanting to destroy everything, he managed to really understand the feelings behind the pictures. Even if it was so simple sometimes you didn't understand what was there, Stitch still loved what was on it. After all, Lilo had made it.
He moved on to the other stuff laying around in a mess on the floor of her room, some building blocks, some toys, nothing he had never touched and play with and so he moved on quickly to the desk. Stitch climbed on the chair to get a better view. There were a few glass bottles and some drawers, but he was only interested in one thing: the mirror which returned his reflection.
Stitch looked like no other being living on Earth, despite being confused with a dog by the lit...