Once I sat by my window watching the passers-by.<\/p>\n
On the road, her presence made clear with each step the metallic shoes greeted the street with.<\/p>\n
She had a brown bundle tied to her back.<\/p>\n
Her brown copper hair, braided to her right side, refused to blend in with her colourful blue and green dress that flowed.<\/p>\n
She was new, unlike the attention she attracted.<\/p>\n
Her smile said she had been expecting this.<\/p>\n
I abandoned my home and followed her.<\/p>\n
I watched her take out all that her brown bundle beheld unto a mat on the floor of the town square.<\/p>\n
There was a jar.<\/p>\n
A transparent one that called for mine attention as well as the others too.<\/p>\n
The jar filled with rolled papers.<\/p>\n
She said it was made for the people who chose to dream. Each rolled coloured paper a dream.<\/p>\n
Everyone went for the yellows.<\/p>\n
I chose that too.<\/p>\n
But it itched, the moment it grazed my hands.<\/p>\n
I switched it to my pockets, and it poked.<\/p>\n
I found it do no such thing with the others.<\/p>\n
I asked her why and she said to change it.<\/p>\n
I refused.<\/p>\n
For it was what almost everyone had.<\/p>\n
No one seemed to complain.<\/p>\n
They were all so content, but me.<\/p>\n
Then my roll began to fade and fall apart, for which I fixed.<\/p>\n
I took it to the best, and they did their best.<\/p>\n
I held on, and yet it seemed it was not mine to have.<\/p>\n
It crumbled.<\/p>\n
So, I asked her why?<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cyou have a whole jar there, choose another\u201d<\/p>\n
She told me the dotted blue roll which none seemed to like could be mine if I chose it.<\/p>\n
I listened.<\/p>\n
The minute I touched the dotted blue roll, I knew it was mine.<\/p>\n
It felt so soft and so at home in my palms.<\/p>\n
It brought me to a smile no one could take away.<\/p>\n
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