I had brothers and sisters. Someone came to live with us. He was mysterious, and I idolized him. My father did not approve of him. He painted. He painted to gain approval and he painted to gain appreciation. He painted for guests we had one night, but they left before he finished the painting. He took it to family friends who lived outside of the town. They would deliver it for him.
He was there for a long time. I waited at the window for him. He was running when he arrived home, so I ran, too, to open up the door.
"Go!" he told me. "Get out of here!"
"What's going on?" I asked, then I saw the police cars.
"They thought I was at the farm for too long. They came to get me."
We kissed. It was beautiful.
I ran. He ran. I ran all over the town. I knew where I was, sort of, so I started running down the street. I ran until I ran out of breath, and then policemen were escorting my whole family and the mysterious boy down the street towards me. I gave up. I walked with them.
We kissed again. It was beautiful again.
I woke up.




Hmph. What does that mean?

Your subconscious could write a romance novel, if you ask me. :P
» randomjunk on 2009-07-01 03:13:47

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