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Jul 2015
I entered the apartment to see a dark haired-thin faced woman with her hair pulled up into a ballerina bun, wearing a black longsleeve turtleneck and dark cigarette jeans, with some of the prettiest, most delicate hands. Long, **** nails that shaped into an oval and in her hands was a steaming cup of coffee. She looked so comfortable yet so refined. She offered me a cup and I typically don't drink coffee but I wanted something to do with my hands so I accepted, and to my surprise it was the best coffee I'd ever had in my life, I was addicted the second it touched my tongue. "This is wonderful coffee!" I said, "Well of course it is, I am after all, you. I know your tastes all too well." That's when I realized what was going on,this was a future projection. I had slipped into a completely relaxed state of body and my mind was still awake, it could still function, I still had control but I was being shown something special, something to keep me going. I was finally in my own brick-interior studio apartment, something I knew would happen a long time ago. I take mental images in my mind and repeatedly tell myself that it will happen in the future. I looked out the bay-view window and saw the streets of a large city. A grey weimarainer came around the corner, his eyes were always so alert and I never saw him shut them, quite the guard dog. A black hairless cat hopped down from the cabinets above the kitchen, his eyes were never shut either. He hopped down so slow and nonchalantly never missing a beat, the movement of his paws and bouncing of his head reminded me of a jazz beat, he seemed to be constantly snapping his fingers and moving with the music, my subconscious mind took a second glance and I saw him transform, he had a slender body with a handkerchief tied around her neck, she wore a red beret and a horizontally striped black and white shirt, she puffed on a cigarette from which a sweet smell that mimicked a Patchouli flavored incense.

"Hey baby, I got some news for you, you follow that mind and intuition and you'll get here one day, all on your own. Don't take no **** from anyone, don't owe to anybody."
Emily McDonald
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Emily McDonald  Nashville, Tennessee
(Nashville, Tennessee)   
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