I look out my window, I see the street.
The bare, blank, ordinary and boring old street.
I look along the street,I see cars dive by.
I will fantasise and pretend this is a fabulous street.
I look out my window, I see a street.
This is not an ordinary street though, Bordering it there are little shrubs all in the shape of a perfect sphere. The road is a fabulous deep, dark red. The gutters are painted a bright white. The trees alongside the street are amazing, clean white bark and fresh deep green leaves. The smell of the lush, big flowers under the trees are overpowering. An array colourful roses lay in a bush next to each letter box.
I look along the street, I see cars drive by.
These cars are beautiful, long, sleek, shiny metal covers the surface of the car. glossy windows and bumpers polished to perfection.
I open my eyes.
I look out my window.
I look along the street.
The world looks grey.
And then i pinch myself.
The world springs to life with colour.
My fantasy has come true
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