December 15, 2011
I begin my journey
Without a passport or ticket.
I am in a forest
surrounded by dark trees
and sounds of animals.
And then an island
Palm trees sway
My feet squish in the sand.
I sink to the bottom of the ocean
Embraced by the dark cool water.
I climb to the highest mountain
Past the clouds
And into the brilliant blue.
I return from my exotic travels
Feeling refreshed and exhilarated.
And yet,I never left my room.

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