Morning Fantasy
By naninina
On a gray morning I walk along the road, full of cars moving slowly, its drivers almost seem to stare at nothing. I hate it when the train slows down in front of school, time for me to get up, to start walking again, down to a room where the people inside it would rather be outside and dreaming. I hate it when the train stops, interrupts my imagination at its sweetest, most happiest moment like singing on stage with Jewel and bowing to the audience with her or before the ocean smiling at, flirting and kissing with a certain someone that I have in mind that dawning. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 04:50 PM PST 0 • 8
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"On a gray morning..."