Waking UP

As I sat on the soft, green grass, I felt the wind softly cross my body. And as the wind crossed my face, I felt the warm, golden sun on my closed eyes. I heard my mother call me inside to eat some breakfast. I get to see our cornfield and as I walked past the corn, I could feel every single pattern within the stem, leaf, and seed. I walk inside the birght colored house and smell the delicious pie that will be served...

 

And then, there was darkness... I sit up in my bed and just try to remember that last time I felt that feeling when I could see the shining sun. I tried to remember the creek that used to flow next to our hosue. But what I really tried my hardes to remember, was the sound of my mother's delicate and gentle voice...

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