I woke up.This time it all felt right. The storm had passed.I approached my little town again. I looked at the houses. This one looks like the town hall. I bet the president is an old man with grey hair .Nah, that's boring .I think he has purple hair and rides his zebra to work. An unfamiliar sound filled the room . Laughter.I had forgotten the sound of my own laugh.
And just like that, the little town that sprung up from my living room floor came to life .It sounds a little crazy , I know, but in this town I found myself.Past and present me are connected again, like lost pieces of a puzzle.
