I dreamt about Layna, we were on the playground, swinging on the high swings. She looked over and told me she wanted to fly like a bird. Next thing I knew we were holding hands and counting down from three. 3. 2. 1.We jumped. For maybe two seconds we were in the air. The two second were up, and we smacked hard into the earth. I look over and Layna's eyes appeared to be hazy. Her arm was all disconfigured, later we found out she had broken it and I had sprained my wrist. But in that moment I looked in her eyes with so much worry. I was so scared she wasn't okay. But she began to smile. Then she spoke in a faint whisper. "I Flew."
I awoke from my dream like state smiling. Remembering that day at recess, and how extraordinary she was.
"Falling in love is such an easy thing to do." I found myself singing the melody to "The Secret Life Of The American Teenager" theme song, as I drifted back to sleep.
