Roslene Villalon
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In the Midst of Wonder
There you are amidst a very unfamiliar, peculiar place. You lie cheek sunken into the sand as your eyes decipher what seems to be a beach. Your hands are stretched out beside you with palms hugging the grainy sand and you notice you are holding a necklace. You remembered just moments ago you were at a beach, however, not this beach, and remembered that you were running towards the ocean and splashing your way into the rhythmic pattern of the waves as each pull of the water gently hit your body. You picked up that same necklace you had found and within a few seconds, dark clouds and a huge storm roar into what was once a calm and sunny day at the beach. You got wiped out under the waves and now, this is where you are. An all too familiar, yet unfamiliar place.
By Roslene Villalon7 years ago in Futurism