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Just a Dream
Have you ever wondered if this is reality or is it all just a dream? There are those days where you never want it to end, where if it were a dream you’d never want to wake up from it. Then there are those days that you wish and hope that it would just end, desperately trying to wake up, to escape. How about a day that was so wonderful that you were scared that it was just too good to be true, that it might not be reality after all?
It was a fine autumn day that Ethan promised to hang out with me. The leaves were at their brightest, oranges and reds faintly covered the ground, slightly moving in the cool, dry breeze. Light clouds scattered the sky as the sun was starting to set, ending the beautiful day. Ethan had arranged for us to meet in a quiet countryside, far away from the busy city. I arrived at the designated place early because I needed some space to clear my mind before I was ready to meet him. The singing birds and the sound of leaves high above in the tree swaying with the wind helped to calm and soothe me. It didn 't take long until Ethan arrived. He peered down at me from his position atop the hill as I was laying in the large field of grass looking into the sky. "Oh, you came." I couldn’t contain my happiness as I have not seen him in a while. He shot me his brilliant smile before joining me at my side and taking my hand in his. Ethan’s free hand caressed my hair while I dug my nose deep into his shirt, taking in his scent. Hmm, the smell of old spice that I used to love in my home. Soon, we started to talk about everything, from me to him, from black to white, from mother earth to father sky, from religion to politics, from heaven to hell, from strangers to lovers. Our conversations were endless. Just listening to his voice brings a smile to my face. Altogether, we enjoyed the presence of each other. We then welcomed silence by our side and looked up at the sky occasionally, seeing planes and birds pass our sight. Once in a while, we would

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