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I am in New York City. I am standing beside M&M World’s in Times Square. It is late at night and the streets are barren. I am confused. This is the city that never sleeps and I appear to be the only person awake! For a moment I close my eyes and simply listen to my surroundings. I hear a can rolling across the street not too far from me. I know that I must go there, so I open my eyes and follow my ears to get to my destination. As I approach this coca cola can I am acutely aware that I am no longer alone. A creepy-crawly sensation drives through my spine as I prolong my walk for a long moment. I turn my head slowly in all directions, allowing my senses to scan the area. It is in this distinct second that I realize what my super power is. I can control time. Thus, this person that is pressing on my “warning button” should not be here. I am in control here and there is no room for another.

I close my eyes, yet again and listen for any sign of movement. When nothing returns signals to my brain I decide on another tactic.

“Who are you?” I whisper, probing the area. Suddenly the can stops its roll. If a pen were to drop in the center of Times Square the sound would echo.

“I am life and I am here to tell you that you cannot control something you do not quite understand.”

And then I woke up.


Journey to Nowhere

I am on a train and I have no idea where I am going. I told the attendant to give me a ticket to somewhere and not tell me where it is. So, here I am. I have a backpack with a lighter, bread, water, wallet, two books, a journal, and a pen. This is a journey. I keep telling myself that there is no need to fear the future. The future is a kind and gentle beast that allows you to continue living.

I am sitting down in a cart by myself but as I said before I am on a journey. Being that I am on a journey I realize that I am in some serious need to know myself. Thus, in a brave attempt to go outside of the box I get up from my cart and go into another.

“May I sit here?” I ask the older gentlemen. He is reading a book and without looking up he says “yup!” I nod and take a seat by the window. I sit for a moment in uncomfortable silence and stare out the window at the passing terrain. I am trying to convince myself that I do not have to talk to this man and that I can start reading if I need to.

“Come here often?” He asks and I look at him. He has a twinkle in his eye and a genuine smile across his face. I recognize him but I cannot place him.

“Do I know you?” I question. Suddenly, I realize that he is my best friend, Grant. I stare down at my hands to see if I am just as old as he and realize that I am not. “How are you- How did you-“

He stops me and says “Life works in many ways, Ashly. You have so much more to do. I cannot hold you back any longer.”

And then I woke up.