Peering through the slits of my eyes I feel the weight of my body laying on the star spotted sheets of my bed.
Today's dream was like all the others,
At the hour when all kids are tucked away dozing off to the light glimmer of the moon. I tiptoe out of my house and step by leap I start getting higher and soon my feet no longer need the support of the rock solid ground.
How do I manage to fly? Mere humans have never flown by simply tip-toeing after midnight into the illuminated sky.
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Fly To the End of Time
Short StoryFelicity wants to fly and when she harnesses the power within her, she is set free from the streets of Herndon. ©All rights reserved to Ana-Maria Roata, 2015
