by Jenesa Claycomb
(Loveland, Colorado USA)
I've always wondered what it would be like to fly. I know I'm not a bird, but to fly looks so entertaining. You get to fly as high as you can go; maybe higher than a cloud is, maybe not. Depends on your body size and how long the wings are.
I go to bed, and always dream about having a life with flapping arms. Once I closed my eyes, everything was black. No color or light. Hours were passing by extremely fast. Then I woke up. But then, I stretch my arms by my face and feel something soothingly soft against my face. I open my eyes and I have featherly arms! I was so shocked. Since I had bird wings I felt my facial figures and still had my humanly face. But, since I had feathered arms, I opened them and flew out my window! The view of the nature in the USA was growing smaller and smaller as I increased my height in the sky.
"Wow!" I burst out. As my height grew and grew, the clouds came closer and closer. They were as white as snow and as poofy as a Pomeranian dog. I love flying! I wish I could stay like this the rest of my life.
Then I heard a beep in my ear. My eyes open and I have my human arms back.
"Just a dream," I said to myself. Fine, if I'm a human not a bird, I have to deal with what I'm made into.
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