It doesn’t hurt to dream

December 28, 2013

At times like this I want to run away. I don’t really care where to. Maybe a mountain top cabin, or a tree house in a forest. But today I choose a tropical island. Sun bleached sand, palms for shade and the clearest, bluest ocean. It doesn’t hurt to dream.

Tropical island

** after today there will be only three more stories till this challenge is complete.


I wake suddenly, covered in sweat, confused and alone. Static fills the air. The bedroom window’s wide open, curtains thrashing violently in the storm. Where’s my wife? And then I remember, she jumped. “Please don’t be dead!” I wail. “I’m fine, I just went to get a glass of water.”

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