Plastic Footsteps

Running fast through the wide stretch of green grass, she stops to catch her breath.

The blazing sun sets her cheeks all aglow as she watches the birds flying high, flying low.

The sweet smelling aroma of the flamboyant flowers tickle her nose and awaken her taste buds.

Standing still she turns her head glancing at the view. All is unfamiliar.

A smile grows across her face as she lyes upon her bed, her worries are miles away, as she treads footsteps in her own plastic illusions that dreams can create.

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