The Girl in the Lunch Line by comotoon, literature
Literature
The Girl in the Lunch Line
As I stand waiting in the cafeteria line I can't help but notice her the "dream girl."
It's hard to believe that it's been almost a full school year since I first saw her in this same cafeteria. Not much has changed she's still beautiful and I'm still alone.
In reality she doesn't even know my name but when I dream...
She becomes my friend, my partner, my lover or anything else my subconscious throws at me.
Normally my mind is repressed.
Producing calculated, black and white images of the cold, bleak, world that I live in.
But when I dream of her something happens.
I see colors of all different kinds.
Vivid shades of r
The Girl in the Lunch Line by comotoon, literature
Literature
The Girl in the Lunch Line
As I stand waiting in the cafeteria line I can't help but notice her the "dream girl."
It's hard to believe that it's been almost a full school year since I first saw her in this same cafeteria. Not much has changed she's still beautiful and I'm still alone.
In reality she doesn't even know my name but when I dream...
She becomes my friend, my partner, my lover or anything else my subconscious throws at me.
Normally my mind is repressed.
Producing calculated, black and white images of the cold, bleak, world that I live in.
But when I dream of her something happens.
I see colors of all different kinds.
Vivid shades of r
