There is a girl who gets lost while sitting in her seat. 

The girl is swept away by thoughts and dreams. 

The girl can travel miles in minutes. 

The girl gets caught between what has happened and

what could happen.

The girl enjoys wandering in and out of new stories. 

The girl fabricates fabulous, fictional worlds to quench

The girl’s thirst for something more.

The girl dives into every puddle of interest she comes across. She

craves something new. 

The girl surfs each wave that roars through her brain.

The girl rides these waves as far as they’ll take her.

The girl tears vigorously at the gate surrounding

The girl’s imagination. Longing to

let everything out.

There is a girl who daydreams.

I’m that girl.