School

I couldn't help it. I couldn't pay attention, I was out of focus in class. I would draw that button and lever over and over again in my notebooks, wondering about what would have happened, what could have happened, if I had pulled that lever. I drew a planetary landscape, shading in the trees, the grass. I looked out the window, the red grass stretching far into the hills. A hand slapped onto my desk.

"What are you staring at?" My professors voice snapped at me. I hurried to cover up my doodles.

"The grass, sir." I mumbled, looking down.

As I lay in bed that night, I dreamed of the world I had seen, of rocketting through space in that machine. I bolted upright. I would go, I'd leave tonight, and never look back!

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