Everything I imagine is real
The mundane, the simple
The difficult, the bold
Everything I imagine manifests
This morning I thought of red rose
It came to life before my very eyes under the deep blue sky
I dreamt of walking the sandy beach under the sticky African heat
There I was walking along the beach like it had already happened
I had dreamt it the night before
I had felt feelings of true passion
Feelings of fear and sadness before anything could take place
My mind is a magic machine
It snaps images of things before they materialize
Then...
Boom! It's here
Right here!
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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