You picture YOUR place . You picture YOUR scene. Ive pictured New york City. It is almost Christmas . I'm walking to Times Square. I can see the Christmas tree. Its beautiful like the beauty of the Christmas tree with all the presents underneath it. You were 5 and Christmas was magical. I'm getting closer and I can hear the joyful Christmas music. I smile and laugh. This is where i should be. People are shopping for Christmas presents. Macy's bags are everywhere. I got to the Christmas tree . I sit on a bench . I look up and a snowflake softly lands on my eyelid. i close my eyes and i smile again . People are ice skating . I see two people. A girl and a boy. The girl is wearing a cherry red coat and gloves. The boy is wearing a scarf and hat. They laugh together. The boy swings the girl around and he kisses her. I smile yet again. One day I'll be the girl wearing the cherry red coat and gloves, kissing the handsome boy in a hat and scarf. I look at the clock it is 11:11 . I wish for this exactly. I couldn't want anymore. New York City is my dream . New York City is where I was meant to be. It starts snowing harder. I love it. I get out a book. I start to read. I look up . It's 12:00 . I get up and start walking. I'm walking down the streets and i see all the festive stores. I notice a Little girl looking in the window of a toy shop. She looks so amazed. So happy. I smile once again. Everything in this city makes me smile.
This is my dream. This is where I should be. This is mine . Whats yours
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