Eyes Closed

The sky is so blue. She closes her eyes and imagines that she's falling. Falling. Falling, from very far away. Clouds surround her, and she starts to sin. The ground looks like her great aunt's quilt. The air is so pleasant up here.  A noise disturbs the silence. She opens her eyes to see a helicopter approaching from one …

Daydream

I like to imagine. I like to think about what could be and all the possibilities of what I’d like for us to do. I like to imagine that your personality would fit perfect with mine, that you’d be gorgeous, out of my league, but you’d love my flaws anyway. I like to think that …