Sleepwalking my way through life: Outside adventure



Outside adventure

07:01

My feet were turning into ice, but I refused to move them from my spot. George brushed up against my leg and ventured into the garden, meandering about in seemingly random curves. Everything is so peaceful. There is the faint roar of cars in the distance, but that sound is overpowered by the birds that fly back and forth over my head. I step onto the grass and feel the dew between my toes, breathing in the fresh, crisp air and smelling the smell of… freshness, of outdoors, of morning.

George runs back through my legs and head back into the house, perhaps it’s too cold for her or something scared her. I don’t know what it was, but I followed her lead, my eyes still gazing at the brilliantly blue sky that hovered above me, just out of reach. It didn’t even matter that my feet were cold.
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1 Comments:

At 7:09 am, Anonymous Jules said...

I hate mornings. But this post made me almost reconsider.

 

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