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Dawn

Daydreams that will not come true.

By Sophia dos RemediosPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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One day this winter I'm going to wake up really early, before the sun has risen, and cycle to the top of a huge hill guided only by the dim orange street lamps and multicoloured festive fairy lights decorating the houses. I'll have on the scraggly old mittens I've worn seven years in a row, and you'll be panting on your bicycle behind me. Maybe we won't even cycle the whole way up the hill, but dump our bikes halfway and run the rest, right to the top. Find a bench, watch the sun rise as we catch our breath and lose it again when we kiss. I want the icy cold biting our cheeks and the winter wind messing up our hair with the help of our hands. I want the journey to be harsh, for our legs to be burning and overworked, because it'll make the catharsis so much greater when we stop at the top. We'll sit on that bench and forget the view as we obsess over each other instead. I want to love you even at the worst times, make the worst times the best times because we're together. I want to hug you because I love you but also because on the top of that hill in late December, it's the only way to keep warm since we left our coats and blankets at home; because we're idiots madly in love.

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About the Creator

Sophia dos Remedios

Doctor by day, writer by night, activist always

she/her, LG{B}T+

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