I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Describe a dream you've had.
We were flying high in the sky. He and I. He was in all brown with a chocolate derby hat and brown suit on.
He looked like Morgan Freeman.
We were among the clouds, hooting and hollering. There was something I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't find the words. It was something that I couldn't translate, but it was this feeling of pure, unadulterated joy.
The lights from down below were searching for us, wanting to celebrate with us. To share, to be a part of our happiness. But this day, this night belonged to he and I. The lights cast as bigger-than-life shadows among the stars.
It was day again. And he was gone. No longer by my side. I flew back down and on a small patch of grass was a small piece of granite. On it, etched solidly was: "Mr. Jones".
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