Running Girl
A little something I wrote spontaneously.
I am freaking exhausted. But it’s not far anymore. Just a few more meters. I push myself and force my legs to go a little faster. My lungs expand more than ever, and I manage to go faster than ever before. As I run into the finish line, I move my arms above my head as I have seen sportsmen do. I hear cheering. I look around and see people standing up from their seat and cheer me on. My eyes search the ranks for my parents. But I can’t seem to find them. My winning smile slowly fades. Where are they? Or my sister? Or my best friends? They always cheered me on from the first row. I slowly move in circles to get a look around, but I still cannot make out any faces. Someone pushes a water bottle in my hand. I swirl around and see a girl with more bottles in a basket. She hands them to the other girls that were running with me. The cheering starts to fade away and my vision starts to blur. What the hell is happening? I don’t know any of the girls. No one I know is here to cheer me on. A weird feeling starts to creep in. Is this a joke? A dream?
My throat screams for water and I put the bottle to my mouth and gulp down half of its content. They put some kind of flavour in it. Something sweet. But the more I drink the more my throat seems to dry out. So, I gulp down the rest and before I can even finish the thought to get me another bottle the girl stands in front of me again and hands me another. “You seem extremely thirsty.” Her voice is calming, and I begin to relax. All my swimming thoughts fade away and I focus on her. On her green-brownish eyes, her turned-up nose, the freckles that sprinkle her entire nose and her cheeks, her small lips that are turned into a shy smile. I can just nod, too fascinated and captivated by her face. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and her eyes turn to the ground. I want her to look at me again. But I still cannot find words.
She turns to go away and as I put up my arm to stop her, my entire vision fades to black.
I bolt upright in bed. I breath heavily as I have actually run a marathon. Realization kicks in and my brain starts working. It actually has been a dream. Just a dream.
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Sweet Sunburn Freakle Look
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Cheers love! It's time to save the world!
A thank you gift for my wonderful therapist whom I sadly have to part with.
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uh oh! guy you thought everybody experienced gender envy of just revealed to be actually kind of weird and not in the funny way
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