She was dreaming of the impossible again. She stood alone in the OctopusGarden ,softly brushing her fingers over polished oaks and antique silver. She wore Gucci heals and a low cut Versaci dress. Her small silk purse held a wod of hundreds as it dangled freely from her wrist. She wondered what to buy for her large river front loft. She had bought so much for it all ready but she still desired more. Something that had been around but was well kept, something like her. The owner comes up to her and asks if she's found anything. Nat is amazed at the way their eyes are almost identical. They are acquaintances because Nat shops here often The owner points out an amazing set of steal candle holders and Nat loves them immediately. They smile and agree on how beautiful it is and the owner tells her to come back soon.

A loud beeping feels her ears and she awakes once more, wishing she could stay in that dream forever. She runs to shut her small window that overlooks the alley below. A dump truck is reversing and it has the driver has turned on the loud reverse siren. She watches as the truck slowly makes its way out of the alley, wishing that she too could escape this gloomy place (mylink)that that asshole dumped her in. She turned around and faced her twin mattress laying on the floor. She thought of the book she had not gotten to yet, that she had gotten from a friend in Atlanta(he had stolen it off some drunk in a bar). Now seemed the perfect time to start reading it. As she began to read she wondered if she would ever find a friend who cared, to fill this empty time with.

Nat Moves On

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