Title: Day dream
by Liah from Essex | in writing, fiction
She lay there on the field, daydreaming.
The sun was shining and Grace felt as if the weather had blessed her with a gentle gift. The sun. It warmed her skin, she felt relaxed. Daydreaming was like a daily hobby for her. Like someone might play the flute because they enjoy it so much. They would spend hours each day doing it. Well, that is how Grace felt about daydreaming. It let her mind flow. And her thoughts spread. It gave her time to refresh her mind. She felt like a little girl whose freedom reached her satisfaction, when she was daydreaming. But she was like a little girl not knowing what she was to face with next day. But who can blame her noone knew it would happen.
I have read so many books. Each and every one inspiring me that little more.
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