Creative writing week 2

So, this week on the #CNWritingChallenge it's 200 words a day. The prompt is Dreams, which hopefully will be a rich source of inspiration. Below is todays offering.

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Sometimes I dream of flying.

I'm sure everyone does, it's one of those universal things, the dream to leave the earth we seem to be tied to with invisible chains. We'd all like to escape more than the few inches we can normally manage just by jumping.

Sometimes when I dream of flying it's like I'm a bird, I flap my arms and I'm gone, soaring in the sky, circling like an eagle, looking down at tiny people, cars, buildings, like the world is a toy train set.

Sometimes I have a broom, like the witches I've always wanted read about. Sometimes it takes a bit of running, but then even Granny Weatherwax wasn't perfect. But flying through the night, soaring in the moonlight where there is nothing but peace and quiet (and fluffy clouds) and it's all so calm.

I can go where I like, a trip to the seaside, the azure blue sea with white tipped waves on the beach below. Or maybe over the ever variegated greens of a forest, the bird song drifting upwards. Or a trip to somewhere snowy.

But the main thing, even though when I dream of flying I can go to all these wonderful places, and see wonderful things, I'm alone. I can't fly with a friend, I can't carry them with me to see all the things in my imagination. So maybe I'll just keep my feet on the ground.