Mr. G's Lit Blog

Dragons

I’m soaring in the sky the wind is crashing in my face. I see a beach the sand looks like a piece of art work. I land on the sand, my feet sink into the sand, the sand is warm like feeling a hot chocolate mug right after the hot chocolate was made. I start laughing for no reason and I keep laughing and laughing and laughing. Finally it was time to go home and I look around and soared up in to the air.

- Shayla