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Thursday, 8 June 2017

standby/2601

a dream: 

i said, let's go flying. 
he said, the ceiling might get in our way. 

so i took his hand and pulled him out the front door. and then i started running. i ran down the street with my arms out like wings, laughing. i didn't care. i was happy. by the time i got to the end of the street, i was above the earth. i could see the treetops, i swear. i could see the streets crisscrossing. the houses were like toys, and pretty soon the whole earth had become a map. 

when i finally landed, he was standing there, waiting for me at the edge of the house, which just a moment ago was only a tiny square. 

how was the flight, he asked. 
you should have come, i said, out of breath. i almost made it around the world. 

i woke up: then we fought. 

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