I close my eyes everything goes black
Realising I'm going back
To sleep a place full of colours bright
A way that I can rest through the night
Red skies even on a rainy day
Each night dreamt a different way
An ocean bluer than the sky
A white cloud fluffy and way up high
Beaches with sand golden and white
Palm trees green and brown with height
Birds with feathers soft and bright
I roll over in the night
Its all the colour that makes me feel
More than ready to start a bright colourful
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The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
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