There was green. A park of some kind. The smell of freshly bloomed flowers washed over me as she reached out her hands. No words were exchanged. Just a slight movement of her hands as if to say "take them". .In that simple gesture I was comforted as if all the worlds problems left me in that moment.....

And then I woke up. Why do I still dream of her? She is gone. So Far gone. I can longer claim her so why does my subconscious mind continue to torment me? Could it be that I gave her a piece of my self that I have yet to recover? Could it be fate or destiny which bends my thoughts against my will? Why do I desire her, She who does not desire me?

These are the thoughts that ruined my breakfast. The prepared meal of Grits, hash browns and broccoli pushed aside for a quick jam and toast as I grab my coat on the way out the door.

I hop into my red sierra so filled with her memories that it compels me to recall why I'm trading in this car next week. It seems foolish to run from her shadows which peek out of every corner but what else can I do? How else may I function? I start the ignition and let the roar of the engine drain my thoughts again. I'm in no rush to school for skipping breakfast gives me an extra half an hour of time to get there.