I write on my laptop, I write on my books, I write on my hands. Best of all, I write in my head. Constantly. I'm never not writing. What do you think dreams are? Your brain writing its own stories while you are sleeping.
Written By: Caitlyn Mulcahy
June 12, 2015
My crimson hair danced in the cool breeze, I distractedly pulled a strand between my teeth and continued reading. I closed my eyes and imagined the beautiful land within my book. Field upon field of perfect yellow flowers, I stood and wandered through the fields. Lifting my hand I let the breeze pull me in the direction it wanted me to go. I tumbled gracefully through the knee length grass, fingers teasing and grabbing at the blades. I tripped, my heart beat faster, and landed on my back. I laughed joyfully as I spread my arms through the tall, verdant green grass.
I opened my eyes and smiled back down at my book. Chewing on the straw like strand of hair, I continued reading, leaving my little fantasy behind.