Fragments of My Imagination

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A voice says, "Look there, do you see it?".

The way the sun softly hits the flowers,

The sweet sound of songbirds.

A boy dances freely through a field of cherry blossoms, as if he is from a different dimension.

One where I do not exist, only him and the music.

He was smiling from head to toe,

Silently calling me to join him.

Maybe you should, maybe I will.

Step by step, I cautiously place your foot through the grass.

"Careful, don't step on the flowers. Each flower is someone's dream, a fragment of their imagination".

Suddenly, I come to a stop taking in the beauty of my surroundings.

Little white flower petals float down from a nearby tree.

The boy takes your hand as a new melody starts to play.

My eyes meet as a familiar the strum of an acoustic guitar whistles past my ears, being carried by the wind.

My slowly close your eyes, take a deep breath, and take in the sweet smell of the fresh air.

I finally feel as if I belong somewhere even if it is only in a dream.

I look up at the perfectly blue sky, when suddenly it is engulfed by clouds.

Little round specks of water drip down the sides of the bright green leaves.

"Come on", the boy says as he pulls your arm towards the direction of the forest.

As you run, you notice the sky was beginning to darken into a monotonous hue of greys and whites.

He leads you to a door which was decorated with ancient carvings of a story.

You take this chance to glance upwards to discover a pile of bright green leaves the shape of hearts.

An oak tree.

Curiously, you open the door to find a portal.

"What is this...this thing? I mean it's amazing", you ask the boy.

His smile remains, bright and reassuring.

"Go home", he says.

"But you haven't answered my question. I want an answer", I say.

The boy says, "Do not impolite, it is not good to ask so many questions". He then continues to say, "Now do not worry yourself, I will not be leaving. I will be here awaiting your next visit and with me this world".

At that moment your eyes flutter open.

As you sit up in your bed, a book falls to the floor with a thud.

Its glistening title reveals the name Gabriel. 

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