I spin round and round until I can stand no longer. Sinking to the cushy grass, closing my eyes, twirling with the cosmos, I wish for my problem to disappear.
The earth stops moving; I open my eyes.
“Are you still here?”
The stray wags all over, licking my face.
Candace lives in Pennsylvania where she reads, writes poetry and short stories, and snaps photos.
Thanks for making me smile!
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