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Sit down beside me,


She looks at me with her eyes seemingly blank, surrounded by the skyscrapers,

“Sit down beside me,” she says.

I walk over to her and take a seat partially onto her thick fabric blue and white dress.

"Is there something you need, mam’?” I ask her, impatiently, almost brusque

She continues to blankly stare and sway her head from building to building

“No, no. I don’t need anything. I just have a question.” she says and looks over towards me

I am already late for class so when I reply, I am not thinking correctly.

“Then ask it quickly please,” I say while I pull out my phone to check the time.

She puts her hand over the phone and says

“Why are you so fast paced? Why doesn’t anyone take a minute to look up anymore?”

I look her dead in the eyes as she stands up and pulls her dress back out from under me

“I don’t know” I slowly say and watch her walk away.

She was gone, and where she sat beside me, a pen and a new notebook lay with the words

“The sun, moon, and stars will set one day and never rise again. Appreciate them while you still can”      

             I then looked up to see a puffy white cloud in the shape of a dinosaur and wrote my first entry  

in the journal:

“September 19, 2014        6:15 p.m.

I skipped class to watch the clouds float away today.”

 

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