Perfect.
My perfect day. It would be warm but raining HARD. I’d run and jump and laugh and play alone in the rain, all the way to the library. No one, not even a librarian would be there, I’d use the side doors and the alarm wouldn’t go off once. I’d blast Music at it’s highest volume, every song that has ever made me smile and dance and run for hours. I’d read books I have always wanted to but were to embarrassed to. I’d leave after I’d read and danced to my heart’s content. I’d hug that lady with sad eyes. I’d make her give me a real smile. I’d fall asleep watching a heart warming movie that makes me feel good. And I’d dream, a good dream, but not one in particular.
Music can be life. 
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