The sun has crept out from wherever it was hiding, and the people seem to have done the same. I was surprised to see this city alive with smiles and sunglasses and laughter. My skin is soaking it all in, and despite the tremendous amounts of work I have this weekend, I walked around campus without a care in the world -- at least for a few hours. I find it funny how this weather seems to bring people together, and it is unfortunate that the end of the year is so close. Maybe we'll all just pick up right where we left off when we get back.
Maybe I'm dreaming.
Per request of a friend who was in need of some sleep (and apparently bored), I wrote a bedtime story with the only requirement that it includes gold and a bear. With little direction in mind and little energy in my brain, here it is below. To say the least, I'm intrigued by the outcome, for I somehow got from nowhere to somewhere. Below is the edited version.
"The sky was almost completely clear except for the high, whispy clouds that barely tainted the overall mastery of blue. A young man, stern in his appearance yet lighthearted and peaceful in demeanor, lied upon the tall grass that stretched on for miles. Tucked in his pocket lay a worn gold pocket watch given to him by a person he couldn't quite remember. His memories were, of course, of little importance, for the sky was too beautiful to be bothered by anything else. The pocket watch ticked quietly in his hand while the wind whispered more loudly in his ears. He sighed heavily, taking in the cool breeze that rustled the grass.
"Who might you be?" said a voice startlingly close to the boy's ears
He couldn't look away from the sky, though, for he couldn't stop watching that single cloud drift by. "My name is Michael," replied the boy.
"Michael, how wonderful to meet you. My name is Bear. Can you tell me what you're looking at?"
"That cloud over there," said Michael. "It stopped moving."
Bear looked up to the sky, squinting his eyes from the sun, and paused. "Hmm. So it has. I guess that would explain why we've come together, wouldn't it?"
Michael, not fully listening to the stranger, blinked his eyes slowly and nodded in agreement.
Bear lied down next to Michael, putting his paws under his head and his feet crossed over each other. Michael, finally understanding this stranger's apparent lack of awkwardness, looked over at Bear and smiled.
"Well, I suppose that would bring us together, then," he said with a warm tone. He pulled out the pocket watch from inside his pocket and opened it to find that the second hand had stopped moving.
"Will we ever wake up?" Michael asked.
"I don't think so," replied Bear."
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