And the story continues...

Jan 28, 2005 01:35

And as I reached for it, it disapated between my fingers. What? No, come back. Come back, come back...
The tears welded up in my eyes for I felt like something of great value was being stolen from me. Was it mine? Did it matter? I wiped the tears from my eyes, and refocused on the world around me.

"Are you ok?" he asked, "I'll be off the phone in a minute." Of course I was at the mall with my friend, where else would I be? I sat on the hard, wooden bench next to the children's mini amusement rides that are placed in the middle of the halls. The ones where you put 50 cents and they move around like a car or a rocket. With my friend on the phone and the mall closing, I sat there and waited patiently until I heard what sounded like a child laughing. I looked down the hallway, past the children's rides, to see who the laughing child was, but saw nothing. I ignored the thought and continued staring at the floor when I heard it again, but this time I noticed that it was a little too perfect of a laugh for any human. And one of the children's rides that was right in front of me made a noise. I didn't hear it too clearly at first, but as I stared at it, waiting to hear it again, I noticed how happy the two animal characters on the car looked. And I hear it clearly, "Welcome to toy land. Let me show you where." "Are you talking to me?" I asked it to myself. And then I realized it was talking to me. It was looking at me, waiting for me to answer it. Then the girl giggled again, and asked me to come to toy land, to show me where. "Where is what?" I thought, "I thought you wanted to show me toy land, where else are you going to take me?"

I heard my friend talking on his phone, but as the character tried to entrap me with its stare, I could no longer see my friend, just the smiling , manic face of that character. And we were dancing, dancing in an elegant ballroom. Elephants of all colors were dancing beside us when I looked at my hands holding onto my dancing partner; they were not hands at all but feet, feet like that of elephants. I was happy as an elephant. I never knew anything better.
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