Dream in Rome - asterihsm
Sometimes, at night, when I can't sleep, I imagine I am walking in the streets of ancient Rome. I'm barefoot on the road and it is a monsoon. It's just rained (the smell of earth lingers in the air) and I am walking opposite to the wind, wearing an off white dress with my curls down over my shoulders and a crown made of fallen petals of flowers and rusty golden leaves. I count my steps and with every step the ground feels more real than imaginary.
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