Albatross
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Last published Fri, Nov 30, 2018
I dreamt today, when I was in the bus from school. It was supposed to be a relaxing nap, but I dreamt.
I was flying in my dream, where no laws of this world chained me to the ground. I went across fields, over ravines, through trees and above buildings. I screamed with joy as wind blew past my ears, and I watched as the ground and city shrunk below me. I danced in the clouds and raced with the birds, I felt the cold air against my fingertips as the sun set beyond the horizon and the moon rose with the stars. Everything was colorful and fresh with life, with creatures I've never seen littering the landscape below me.
I closed my eyes to take a deep breath. But when I opened them, I was sitting in the bus, a quiet hum of chatter from the people around me, and a low rattle from the engine as the bus drove on.
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