November 29, 2010
By CarolineElizabeth BRONZE, Lincolnville, Maine
CarolineElizabeth BRONZE, Lincolnville, Maine
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You lay on your stomach, your hands touching the cold side of the pillow
Out the window you see in the mind’s eye that you are walking on a rickety dirt trail
that leads to the ocean
It’s a moonless night; you look up and see a star.
Make a wish and hope and believe it will come true
Down the ledge, still walking down the shingly trail
a stream of water trickling down rocks.
The more you walk the starless it gets, you get to the end of the trail and there’s a seemingly endless staircase.
Down a few steps, the ravishing ocean view.
The staircase ends
You sit on a rock by the ocean, you look across and see the delightful view of the the island lights. You take off your shoes and socks, put your feet in the sea water
frigid but you don’t mind
You walk until the water touches the bottom of your pants.
You decide to disrobe, putting your clothing on a rock
You stand naked
enjoying the view.
bone-chilling, you ignore that feeling and focus on the ocean.
You put your hands in the water and scoop it up.
Holding the water in your hands for a few seconds then let it go on your naked body. You walk out deeper into the ocean to your knees
repeatedly dumping the cool water on your body.
You walk out to your chest and go under.
Still, laying on your stomach you snaps out of your trance
pull your hands out of the cold side of the pillow.
You walk outside
into the cool gloomy night
stroll to a nearby trail
continue on
fulfilling your self deception

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