Here I sit listening as the teacher tells us something in a voice that I can see as it streams through the students' heads. I lean against the desk and my mind is filled up with thoughts, new and old. I remember yesterday, we had had one of those fights again and I had ran into my room before it would have been too late. I remember the tears that ran down my cheeks. Slowly I fell asleep on my desk.
A small and light wind touches my pale arms, it played with my hair a bit. It woke me up, and I opened my eyes. I thought I had become blind, beacause all I saw was like a night without a moon or any of the stars. It was weird, still I knew exactly tha I was at the same place where the teacher just had said something to me, but I had not listened. Under my feet I felt cold rosk, it was really cold as marble, the air was freezing too. My breath turned to be like grey wake out of my mouth. I didn't see anything with my eyes, but with my mind I could notice everything, even the snow that started to cover the ground. I could hear as the snowflakes played their slow game. I felt a tear run downmy cheek. I knew I was going back, I didn't want to. The world before time was so admireable. I don't want to wake up. I have to. All I heard of the class wsa the teachers last: "Good bye".
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