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The gentle wind and I sighed out the breath that we had been holding in all day. I kicked off my shoes and lay on the bed, my head still floating ten feet above it. Had it really only been five hours since we left here? It seemed as if time was stretching out longer these days.
I didn't move for a long time- minutes, hours, days, I don't know how long it seemed, but I needed to just jumble my thoughts up. I needed to not think about what I had just seen, what my mother said, what was happening to us all. I needed to throw my thoughts in the air like paper and watch them scatter away by that gentle wind.
I could hear the birds sing out their melody, the wind was their tenor and the passing cars were the bass. The soundtrack of the world was just the thing to listen to. I was content with the low buzz of people outside - I could hear the neighbour kids out playing; someone was playing music too loudly. Richard was practising his drums again- he was finally getting something of a beat.
I listened intently to it all, trying not to cry from the day's troubles. I just was so tired from it all. I was so tired of my family.

I was just so tired of my life.

I needed to be numb to it all. I didn't want to feel this frustration any more. I wanted to be someone else. So I let my imagination flow and I drifted off to another place and another and better life.