Monday, November 12, 2012

Chapter 7: Row, row, row your boat.

*Credits to the owner of the pic. I do not own the pic*

"Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream."

Indeed life has been like a dream for this boy.

Do you know how dreams are?

Soft, cloud-like

It feels so real, but still you'll question yourself:
'Did it really happen?'

One year.

   Two years..





             Seventh year.

He has not seen her in seven years.
Yet he has not forgotten a bit about her, nope

Those specs.
The pony tailed hair.
That smile.

'Will I ever see her again?'

Will she be his dream catcher? - to filter all the bad dreams, and only make all good ones.

'How are you?'

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