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openthoughts
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since 2006-01-16

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Where the child can be free

0 posted 2006-02-26 12:49 PM

       The sunlight flowed like warm water through the window.  I smiled from behind my desk as I bathed in its tenderness.  My teacher continued to lecture about our finals.  I didn’t hear her.  I was too absorbed in the gentle touch of the sun on my skin.  I can close my eyes for just a few minutes.  I nodded in agreement, then realized that I was thinking to myself and looked around to see if anyone had noticed.  No one was staring at me.  Good.  I smiled again and felt my head droop slowly to my desk.  Resting my head on my forearms, I allowed my eyes to close.  So warm.  So sleepy.
        I was having lunch with a friend.  Why is this restaurant so foggy?  I couldn’t see my friend’s face and for some reason, I couldn’t remember who I was eating with.  How did I get here?  I was riddled with questions but I couldn’t make my mouth move.  Something held my mouth shut as if it was under lock and key.
       “Adam?” I’m not eating with Adam.  I’m Adam.  I remembered that much.  I’m Adam and I don’t remember having another friend named Adam.
       “Adam.”  My friend was repeating herself.  Then I understood.  She was talking to me.
       I looked up from my desk.  “I’m Adam!”
      “Yes, I know you are.  Since we’ve established that, can you tell me who established the colony for the Dutch in the New World?”
      I smiled sheepishly.  “No.  Sorry.”  My cheeks burned with the embers of embarrassment but I continued smiling, attempting to hide my shame.
       My teacher returned a transparent smile.  “I suspected as much.  The answer was Peter Stuyvesant.  He established the colony for the Dutch, naming it New Netherland.  Later, this colony was taken by the British and renamed New York.” She looked back at with fire burning in her eyes and added, “Maybe we’ll pay a bit more attention from now on.”  I nodded in false agreement.  Why does everything become plural with her?  I’m the only one not paying attention but yet we’ll pay more attention.  I shook off my cynical questions and resumed my captivating activity of staring out the window and trying to imagine the invisible heat of the sunlight as a tangible blanket.
        I almost had accomplished my task when I suddenly and without reason, became frustrated and abandoned it.  I was tired of sitting in this stuffy classroom when a beautiful sky awaited me just beyond the window.  A window is nothing more than a cage.  I had to get out.  I looked back at my teacher who was still rambling on about how Peter Pan founded New Peterland and how it was eventually conquered by the Huns.  I’m not sure if that’s what she was talking about.  I was too focused on not paying attention.  I only caught little pieces.  Quietly, I climbed out of my desk, making sure not to put too much pressure on the front left leg as it had a tendency to creak.  I tiptoed over to the cage doors and opened them.  Why hasn’t the class noticed me yet?  I looked back over my shoulder, not wanting to waste time but too curious not to look.  Most of the class was distracted by something or another.  One had accidentally switched her head with a bee’s and another was wrestling his class-work from a small, wrinkled, gnome like creature.  It was humorous in a way but also sad.  The creature was obviously hungry and my classmate had enough paper to share.  He was just being selfish.
I sighed as I lifted one leg, then the other, out of the beast’s mouth and into freedom, being careful not to cut myself on the teeth.  It was arduous and I snagged my shorts.  Hastily, I tore them from the bite of the beast, cursing under my breath so as not to draw attention to myself from my teacher or from the patrols that searched the grounds continuously.  I was too far to be caught now.
       “Stop.  Halt!  DESIST!!”  So much for escaping unnoticed.  My teacher ran to the window, her red skin almost at boiling point as three armed patrol guards attempted to cut me off.  I hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to go.  The moment was short lived however as I took off running.  Trees, clouds, and fence posts all blurred together into one smeared image as I continued to accelerate.  My feet burned.  I turned to look behind me, unsure as to whether I had escaped my pursuers.  To my surprise, the three wolves were gaining on me.  They were almost at my heels.  I closed my eyes and held my breath as I pushed off the ground in desperation.  It’s never worked before.  Why should it work now?  I gave my sense of reason and logic a punch in the face and continued my ascent.  As I opened my eyes, I released a cry of surprise and happiness upon finding myself next to a frantic gull.
         Looking down, I shouted a couple of taunts to the starved wolves below me.  They trudged off in the other direction, heavy with defeat.  I laughed, giddy with freedom as I flew higher and higher.  It wasn’t long before it become cold and hard to breath.  My vision became blurred as I gasped for air.  I began to thrash violently, trying to find something to grab onto.  Must go up.  Up is home.  Up is warm.  Realizing I was stuck in the sky, I allowed myself to fall.  I picked up speed as I fell face-first towards to earth.  My mind was not focused on this.  It was too busy collecting air again.  I felt a sharp pain as oxygen rushed in.  Once I was able to breath again, I focused my efforts on staying airborne.
        This became easier thought than done.  I was thinking clearly again as far as I knew and struggled to stay away from the ground that seemed to anxious to meet me.  Don’t want to disappoint.  I closed my eyes as I approached the hard earth.  Closer.  Closer.  I opened my eyes.  Nothing happened.  I opened them again.  Still nothing.  Frustrated, I forced them open a third time.  This time I saw nothing.  Looking up, I noticed the ground suspended above me.  I missed the ground.  Sighing, I worked on swimming back up through the darkness to the ground.  It was strenuous and before long, my lungs screamed and my arms and legs burned for air.  Just as I thought my body was going to fail me, I burst through the surface.
       I pushed off the ground again and climbed higher and higher.  Haven’t I done this before?  It wasn’t long before I reached the cold and airless level of the sky.  Again, my vision blurred.  Been there…done that.  I fell to the ground, barely conscious.  Can we do something different now? Please?  I looked down and the ground stared me back in the face.  Hold on tight.
        My face hit the desk with a sickening crack.  I looked up, dazed and confused.  Rubbing the place of impact, I felt a large egg.  That is most definitely not supposed be there.  I looked around and wondered what a desk was doing outside, anyway.  Shrugging, I staggered off the desk, muttering some unrepeatable words that would have made my mother wash my mouth out with soap if she had heard me.  Not that my mother ever did that.  I just thought she would have if she had heard me.
         I stumbled across the field, drunk with pain and yet still high from the thrill of freedom.  I climbed through the beasts mouth and allowed him to swallow me.  I climbed back into my cage and shut the door quietly, making sure to lock them behind me before settling back behind my desk and not a moment to soon.  I listened to the bell ring with an idiotic smile on my face.  The kind of smile that says, “I beat you.”  Even though I hadn’t really beaten anyone.
        “Ok class.  Good work today.  I hope to see you tomorrow with the same positive attitudes.” I looked at my teacher with my smile while secretly drawing red horns on her head.
       “I hope tomorrow’s class will be as interesting as today’s.”
       “I hope so.”  Something told me she understood.

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

1 posted 2006-02-26 09:10 AM

Dear openthoughts...

I know you are new to Passions, but I need to tell you, I write in dreamscape too...and should you ever run across mine, I hope they are as fun and pleasurable to read as this was for me.

You left me chuckling.

latteaddict213

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since 2006-02-17

Posts 523
Colorado

2 posted 2006-02-26 07:24 PM

You write very well. I hope to read more of your work in the near future

            xoxo
           Jessica
              :)

       Where your heart lays
        is where you belong.

latearrival
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since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

3 posted 2006-06-13 04:16 AM

I really enjoyed this. Brought me back to high school where I had almost the same adventure. Mine was not quite as much fun as yours was and I was brought back to earth much sooner. LOL martyjo

the_girl_next_door
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since 2006-02-26

Posts 591
USA

4 posted 2006-06-17 11:35 PM

I loved this.. very entertaining.. great job.

~heather~

Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes.
Want nothing & you will have everything.

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