I walk through doors,
away from my stressed sister and her friend,
and I find myself on a beach in southern France.
I don't know how I made it here,
the shifting of time and space in a dream, perhaps.
This isn't real,
though I feel the hot summer sun beaming
down on my skin as I gaze around at those in front of me.
People speaking in languages I don't understand,
laughing and gossiping with drinks in their hands.
I go to speak to a nice looking couple,
but they turn away as soon as I say hello,
waving their hands as if I should already know.
Know what? I don't know.
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