She lay back on the luscious green grass and sighed exhaustedly. She began to hum a das tune as she watched the birds fly over head. Her hair, like strings of smooth dark chocolate, draped over the blades of grass and softly blew in the cool breeze. She lay there dreaming of a place with tall buildings, where things were exciting and the people moved fast. She dreamed of uncovering the legends she had heard and making a few of her own. But then she awoke and realized she was on vacation and tomorrow she would return to the Big Apple. She lay back on teh grass and dreamed of a place with crystal clear waters and warm breezes blowing while reclining on a beautiful white sandy beach.
