She delighted in watching the light as it cast its shadows through the glass building. Off in the distance were snow-capped mountains. She loved the light here, the way it played across the skies and each moment held a different feeling. The wind picked up her hair and she started to dance, spinning around and around, arms high, reaching for the sky. Her dance made her feel, made her heart sing and the day became night and the wind ceased and she was calm.Lyn opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling as she ran her hands over her stomach and breast as she lifted her head slightly to tame her hair to one side. She was dreaming again, the same dream that came often. When she was awake, she could close her eyes and conjure different scenes and always, the light played its part along with the natural beauty of the land and the uniqueness of the place. The only problem for Lyn was she had to open her eyes and often what she saw when she opened her eyes didn’t please her much. © 2014
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