May 7 — Daydream 1

My english teacher just explained to us that for the next month we will be doing stuff for the creative writers month, shortly after I began. I ripped out a piece of paper, and started to put the images in my head onto paper. This was writen on May 7, around 11:20 am.

As I write this I daydream of a sunny day. As far as I can see there is grass, and a few blossoming cherry trees. The smell of cut grass fills my nostrils. I am laying on the ground, rolling around watching the clouds roll by. I get up, wearing shorts and my beige sandals. I start walking to some boulders, hoping to climb them. It starts to pour as if the gods up above are mad at me. I turn around and see my school. I run towards the building and here some guys talking about shrooms. I open up the heavy blue door and step inside. The door slams behind me. I’m standing in a large room, with a tall ceiling. I recognize it as my school’s gym. I’m standing alone. I walk towards the middle of the room. I trip over nothing that I could see. I hit the wood flooring. I daze around and the walls seem to get farther away. Then as soon as I see a man in his mid forty’s. He starts to walk towards me. He puts out his hand out as if his intention is to help me up. He is too far away and is unable to reach my hand. When out of the blue, I snap out of it. I look around and my surroundings are the same as before I started to daydream. The small talk continues around me. A jittery knee catches the side of my eye. Other people seem to be just as bored as me. I realize why I started to day dream and wish I didnt snap out of it. I talk for a minute of two with the girl sitting behind me. I turn back around, facing the front of the room. I let out a few yawns, as if I hadn’t slept in a while. I knew my yawns were lying. I had only been awake for four hours. I put my left hand up on my forehead, above my black framed glasses, like normal when I want to daze off in class. I started to daze off, day dreaming about the bell ringing in five minutes. The bell at 11:45 means I’m free, not confined to these little rooms, free to chat amongst my people. My teacher stops my daydream telling my class that class is almost over and to rearrange the desks. I leave. I leave more tired then when I entered.

Introduction

This is the sunny month of May. May isn’t just known for it’s beauty, it’s also creative writer’s month. I can’t say I am a creative writer, but over the next month I am going to try. I encourage you to start up a blog here at wordpress.com and post random daily entries. You can’t get better without trying. In my blog I am going to post a collection of random entries, as if this was my journal, a few poems here and there, some reviews of books or photos, and also some interview questions. I hope you enjoy my blog. If you want to tell me anything, you can contact me through my email, ijeremygray@gmail.com

Enjoy.