Silent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Stress and anxiety have a habit of showing you your deepest desires. A series with "My Path" shows what dreams can tell you.

Submitted: December 08, 2018

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Walking through an empty building, I watch as the rooms go by, I find one where my own belonings were before going outside to find a pavilion filled with a few people and picnic tables. I run to embrace the first man, taller than I but warm as we laughed and I walked on to find a small room with a line of chairs against the wall. Each chair was filled, but the last one had him, the man whom I trusted above all, the one that I had to get, that led me and directed me in everything and had my full faith and respect. Hesmiled as I approach but spoke to the pair beside him, leaving me to lean against the wall across from them. I catch his eye as he mouths a thank you to me, to which I reply in motions that it was my pleasure. Taking his implied words to heart, I crossed to sit on the floor beside his chair, resting against his leg, my head first against the chair before a decide to drape my hand over his forearm and lean my head on my own. He talked on, not pushing me away, but in the end, it was being there that meant the most, that filled me with the most joy. We were in the same room again at last.


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