I get sick a lot and dream of worlds outside
like having a friend with a magical boat
to sail to penguin land beaches
eat lunches of oatmeal cookies and giggles.
Or go to school and paint with my hands and toes
in oranges and purples, wiggle my noses
and learn how to print stories of me.
Put on my shoes, and walk to the woods
smelling the earth, feeling the sky
as owl teaches me to soar on the wind.
But mostly I’m sick and those are just
dreams I have.
a child’s view for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Writing Prompt 177; collage 29
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