My Reality

There she stood, gazing across the open plain in an attempt to find serenity within herself. Her eyes followed the movement of the swaying grass, the wind blew through her hair, and she breathed in deeply for the first time in months. The sky was the crispest blue she'd ever seen, and the clouds floated by on feathered wings, beckoning her to stay until the sun fell from the sky and the moon took its place, but she knew she could not, that she'd have to go back to the unceasing pace of city life and live up to the expectations set there for her. She sighed in contentment and rose from her resting place, her body leaving an indent in the tall blades of prairie grass and strode back up the tiny dirt path up to the top of the mountain. She felt refreshed and ready to take on anything. As she hopped into her car she switched on the radio and put in some Bob Dylan and made her way home. Shit! 12 'o clock already? She'd be late for work again...