Running

No.

Not here.

I sloped down,

Out of my chair.

Not into a dream,

Something else

I had never known.

It was her,

She was running.

Quickly.

Through steep mountains

And snowy fields.

Once, she glanced back at me,

Whispered something.

I could not make it out.

Lights brightened.

The End

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