Bridge Dreams

It was one of those days where I wanted to live instead of doing what I told myself would give me meaning. I want to put on my black and white lace dress and haphazardly explore the world in my big brown boots.

I ran up the first 50feet of the incline, turned back, grabbed your hand, and pulled you towards me as I continued to run up the bridge of my dream. You were so shocked by my sudden gesture that you didn't have time to say no. All you could see was the shadowy movement of my dark silhouette (it was night). All you could hear was my laughingly encouraging voice that reminded you about that day, not so long ago, when this was the substance of life and the reason to wake up in the morning.

Wake up! She says. We have a world to conquer.