The wailing of wind pierces her ears as she runs over the ground covered with thick snow

  tears run down her face, her heavy breathing could be heard as she disappears along with the droplets of white covering her tracks…

  Having gone far enough she stopped and stood

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  she wanted to think it wasn’t real…that it was all just a delusion

  but reality often disappoints us… she wanted to escape and have a brief sense of freedom

  As if to answer her prayers…

  The sound of locomotive steam yells at her face, as she looks at the ground wondering where the train came from….

  But she sees…no tracks…

  “I’ve drifted off, haven’t I?”