Sacred Imagination for Chapter Eleven

We’ve worked our way back to the practice of Sacred Imagination, using our imagination to enter a passage from the text and find what we sense, think and feel. It’s probably something imaginative people have done since there were any kind of text but was particularly developed by Ignatius of Loyola - who was described during HPST as the “Patron Saint of Head Canon”
I’ve chosen this passage where Gobbolino first falls into the Princesses life

But what he had taken for a rainwater pipe was really a royal chimney.
Gobbolino did not know it, but he had popped down one of the chimneys in the king’s palace.
Down, down, down the dark and narrow chimney fell Gobbolino, like a round ball that became blacker and blacker as he swept away the soot.
Bump! He landed at the bottom, and shot out into the open room, in time to hear a little voice like silver bells saying:
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Whatever can be coming down the chimney?”
Gobbolino opened his beautiful blue eyes and looked about him. He was in the prettiest room he had ever seen, all white lace and pink ribbons.
Watching him from a white bed in the middle of the room was a little girl with golden curls upon which rested a tiny crown. Her pink quilt was littered with toys and dolls. There were games and books on her satin pillows, flowers in great clusters around her bed, but her little face was pale and sad, even when her blue eyes opened wide in surprise at seeing Gobbolino.
He knew in that moment that she must be a princess.

I’ll discuss what I imagined in the comments, please do join in with your own insights.