i sit in social studies class
as the teacher drones on
i get distracted
i brace for what is to come

the tip of my light blue pen
flies towards my paper
like an arrow towards a startled doe
i cannot control it

the metal ball gently touches the paper
not wanting to hurt it

the shaft of the pen moves fast
as my hand holds on for dear life

i decide to go along with it
i relax as i am transformed into another dimension
the faint sea breeze blows gently against my pale face

i look around as a world
begins to form around me
the light blue pen reaches down
like the finger of god

i watch as the sandy shoreline of the bay
makes its way onto the white and blue striped ground before me

a bird makes a familiar crow above me
i feel coarse grains of sand
fill in under my bare feet

small waves begin to crash
as a number of fish fall from the clouds
and plop in the water like living hail

an orange sun creeps up
behind the red margin

i lay down and watch the sunset
i close my eyes in relaxation
and hear a faint voice
calling my name

i open my eyes to see my classmates
and teacher watching me
like a red-tailed hawk watches its next meal
i am suddenly saddened