Short Stories

I miss..

I miss floating before I fall asleep.
I miss the sunsets.
I miss the stars on clear nights.
I miss the clean smell after the rain falls.
I miss not having to worry about the
future.
I miss the way the rain fell in summer.
I miss the way the leaves changed color In the fall.
I miss how the snow fell in winter.
I miss how the cold never really bothered me.
I miss slow days.
I miss how things changed slowly.
I miss the quiet sunrises.
I miss the bright days and the bright nights.
I miss wishing on falling stars a believing that one day they could happen.
And I hate the fact that I can never get to feel that kind of magic from the world that I once had.