Clouded DreamsWhen it rains my thoughts are clouded like the rain clouds outside my bedroom window. Quince held tight onto a purple umbrella with her cat mouth as the wind blew hard, it flipped inside out. I flew back with it. Rain poured on the blue cat and I felt the soaking too.Clouded Dreams by TheGreatQuince
"You will break free of Earths gravity and fly like the birds in the raining skies." Quince flipped the umbrella back into place and spun to the skies; she flew but that tornado spun the house.
I saw threes before ones but still, what did I see? My eyes crossed, my mind goes blank and I see more natural disaster of rain, wind, water and earth mixing together. It terrified me. I tell myself I am dreaming but I never woke up until the storm swallowed me.
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