The car is stuffy and the air smelly. We wizz past place after place. Then we come to a holt at the lights. Sat beside me is a small hill, standing proud, rays of light bounce on the green grass, daisies and daffodils smile in the sun.
My mind wonders into its own world. I rolly polly down the green hill, the wind caught in my hair, the flowers gently flattened by my body weight.
I spin and twirl, free, free as a bird, I fly in the joy and freedom.
Then the car begins to roll forward, slowly. I am pulled out of my world and back into the hot car.
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