"Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I..." she quietly whispered to herself. She usually ended after that, because she couldn't quite remember what came next. Something about leaves or passing by or something. Once, she'd gotten together with the girl next door, and they planned to memorize poems and put on a show for their parents. It never actually happened, but it had been fun to plan. Staring at the bright computer in an otherwise dark bed, she knew she needed to catch up on her writing. The day had been an awakening of sorts. Just the night the before she had a started a book that made her stop and think, "Yes, this sounds right, this is what I want." She knew though, that awakenings do not last forever, and before too long, she'd fall back into the sleepy, mindless mode of normal. And she was angry. Shouldn't she be able to maintain this excited intensity?
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