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The Dream
The closet door creaks open partially
I look towards it, and look away
It's nothing
It creaks open, all the way
I tiptoe over.
In my closet is...
A tunnel.
There is a tunnel.
In my closet. -
Winter
Snow drifts around your face like a soft curtain covering the world.
The tree branches dip and sway under the weight of the silvery snow.
Everything is quiet.
Muted. -
Music
Music is the seagulls squawking on the beach
Music is the sound of thunder crashing and rain falling
Music is the laughter of my friends and I
Music is my feet crunching in dry fall leaves
Music is birds chirping and bees buzzing -
Skating
I glide across the rink
a bolt of lightning
a bead of power
flowing
determined
I am a swan
I soar down the ice
smiling
but serious
strong
yet graceful
I am a swan
I loop around the rink