The Dream

The closet door creaks open partially
I look towards it, and look away
It's nothing
It creaks open, all the way
I tiptoe over.
In my closet is...
A tunnel.
There is a tunnel.
In my closet.
I step in to investigate and
fall through the opening
I come to a sharp stop at the bottom and look up.
The opening is a good 20 feet above me.
There is no way of reaching it
Deep breaths.
I go on...
And immediately stop 
Someone is screaming
I start to run,
faster and faster.
I stop, but not in time.
I fall.
The bottom of the hole is coming up quickly.
I hit it, but I feel no feeling.
It's just dizzying.
Numb.
I look up, but can't even see the top.
I am stuck.
Trapped.
 

Roller Girl

VT

13 years old

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  • Winter

    Snow drifts around your face like a soft curtain covering the world.
    The tree branches dip and sway under the weight of the silvery snow.
    Everything is quiet.
    Muted.
  • Music

    Music is the seagulls squawking on the beach
    Music is the sound of thunder crashing and rain falling
    Music is the laughter of my friends and I
    Music is my feet crunching in dry fall leaves
    Music is birds chirping and bees buzzing
  • Skating


    I glide across the rink
    a bolt of lightning
    a bead of power
    flowing
    determined
    I am a swan

    I soar down the ice
    smiling
    but serious 
    strong
    yet graceful
    I am a swan

    I loop around the rink