She pulled her black leather converses from the back of her closet.
She dusted them off and turned them over in her hands as she thought about where they had been.
She thought about where she was at this moment and where she wanted to go.
“Book the flight.” they seemed to say.
She was- but not at this moment.
Here and now she put them on and took a walk through her neighborhood and reveled in her own vibrations.
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Pack Pack Pack
Writer’s Note: Alexa play Window Seat by my Auntie