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The windows were closed.
The sun rays shining outside.
My fingers ran across the window pane,
hoping to feel the warm sunlight.
Nothing.
I looked up the window,
and saw the birds flying outside.
I reached my hands up high,
trying to catch one of them.
Nothing.
I turned around,
the room was dark,
dimly litted.
Nothing could be more depressing.
I ran to the door,
trying to open it.
The knob wouldn't budge.
But someone from the outside opened.
My feet clumsily ran forward.
The person stood surprised.
I ran on and on into the garden.
Still in my nightgown,
under the warm sun,
I breathed in deeply.
The air ever so fresh.
I looked up to see the birds.
I jumped,
trying to reach them.
Someone picked me up,
and held me on his shoulders.
I giggled happily.
He smiled too.
I closed my eyes shut tightly,
imagining.
Imagining....
I opened them back and found myself,
flying through the clouds,
the birds zooming past me,
my hair pushed by the wind,
the sun warmth on me.
Leaving the depressing world behind me,
the world of nothing but sickness.
I felt free,
the weight on my chest lifted.
The world was bright,
shinning,
ever so beautiful.
I closed my eyes and let the wind take me everywhere I desired.
The world was in my very eyes,
I saw everything.
The feeling was wonderful.
I felt myself flying higher and higher into the heavens.
There,
I saw my mother,
smiling fondly at me,
her arms wide open.
I felt the tears in my eyes,
as I buried my head in her embrace.
The world was absolutely perfect now.
My pieces were completed.
"Baby, it's not your time."
My mother's soothing voice in my ears.
I looked up as she led me down back to earth.
My father.
He was sitting on the yard,
tears in his eyes,
as he looked down at the lifeless body in his arms.
It was my body.
I looked back to my mother.
She smiled and kissed my forehead.
"I know you can do it. I'm proud of you. I'll be with you in every beat of your heart."
The tears still in my eyes, I went back to earth.
I opened my eyes to find my father,
suddenly realizing that I was alive.
He shouted in joy,
hugging me tightly.
Sniffling,
he seemed happy.
From that day on,
my father and I,
walked on.
I was healed,
no longer sick.
Out of the darkness,
and into the sun.
I broke free.
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