The wind blew through my golden red hair as I sat in the wet green grass as I watched the sun rise slowly. I didn’t know why the sun attracted me so, maybe it was that the bright colors of orange and pink made me forget my misery, or maybe because it gave me time to think. I wasn’t exactly sure at the time.
I closed my eyes taking in the peacefulness of the park. There wasn’t a sound but my steady breathing and the wind whisking through my hair. It seemed as if I was living some sort of fairy tale when my eyes were closed even though I knew in reality I was miles from that.
Birds started to chirp interrupting my peaceful daydreams. I opened my eyes and got off of the cool wet grass where I spent my night watching the stars. I sat up seeing a figure standing several yards away. It looked familiar, but somehow far away, like it was out of my reach.
