Dreaming of Summer

The wind strokes my skin

Painting murals of my dreams

No clouds, solitude.

Sailboats floating by

Ice cream dripping from my cone

Eagles soaring high

Knives shine with the sun

When touched, they bend making room

My feet rubbing sand.

Rays blast through the sky

Burning mesh into my face

Withering away.

I'm wide awake now,

The outside white, air minty,

Winter is still here.

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I'm from Saint Albans, Vermont. I attend Plymouth State University to study elementary education and creative writing. All of my writing is inspired by either the outdoors, personal life, or society. I enjoy writing stories that take place in a futuristic or a fantasy world. I am profoundly deaf in both ears and have worn hearing aids since I could walk. Despite all the struggles I have faced with my disability, writing profides me with new opportunities every day.