It feels like flying - An excerpt from "Monnie and the Secrets of the Willow Tree"
The air whipped her hair about her face as she sped along the rooftop. She had no plans of slowing down. She could see the edge now and she ran straight toward it, leaping high in to the air with a deep inward breath. Thud!
"OOmph!" Monnie woke slowly, working like a newly morphed butterfly, as she tried to free herself from the covers. She did not expect the dark. It felt like she had been asleep for hours. She looked over at younger sister, Gabrielle, who was still asleep. The clock on the nightstand between them read 12:38am.
"Wow", she whispered into the thin dark air, "that's it?" She pushed herself from the floor, with the blankets about her like a thick Grecian tunic, sat on the bed, and fell sideways, aiming her head to the pillow. Her brain still felt floaty, from her dream, and within minutes she was back to sleep. Her eighth birthday would be in a few hours, and she wanted to be prepared for the sure-to-be, sunrise surprises ahead.
(C) 2009
"OOmph!" Monnie woke slowly, working like a newly morphed butterfly, as she tried to free herself from the covers. She did not expect the dark. It felt like she had been asleep for hours. She looked over at younger sister, Gabrielle, who was still asleep. The clock on the nightstand between them read 12:38am.
"Wow", she whispered into the thin dark air, "that's it?" She pushed herself from the floor, with the blankets about her like a thick Grecian tunic, sat on the bed, and fell sideways, aiming her head to the pillow. Her brain still felt floaty, from her dream, and within minutes she was back to sleep. Her eighth birthday would be in a few hours, and she wanted to be prepared for the sure-to-be, sunrise surprises ahead.
(C) 2009
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