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Day 3: Sleep

I go to sleep most nights and wake up not know where I am or where I’ve been and who was with me.

I lie in the grass where I am surrounded by these dandelions realizing that I can make a necklace. I am somewhere from my past where there were other children my age. Where am I?

There is this wonderful broken road that was important enough to build around the mountain, but now it moves through a piece of the mountain. It is near the ocean, but being makes it a special place. Where am I?

I am moving slowly up and up with a clickety click and swoosh, I am going down at so fast my eyes are watering. I am spinning and finally my stomach catches up to me. Where am I?

I see amazing buildings older than my country. I smell sweets that I have never lived around. I see a palace with mirrors all around me. Where am I?

I lie feeling warm yet cold and smell the air. I hear rushing water and a train passing by. Where am I?

I open my eyes and realize that I was asleep dreaming of past times. I am camping at a park with a stream near the train because it was hidden. I was in my sleeping bag in my tent. While being homeless, I realized that having a good camp spot can make a world of a difference in getting good rest.

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