Have you ever fell so deep into a dream that you thought it was real or has reality ever felt like a dream?

I’m in that space right now. I’m unable to differentiate between my now and my yesterday.

I’m falling though, falling fast. I’m falling gracefully as if I were a ballerina. There’s no fear because I know that I won’t hit the ground. A pair of hands grabs mine and together we summersault in the air. I swear we are flying, if only for a moment but flying nonetheless.

Do you believe in magic? I do because I am in the tent overflowing with the shiny stuff.

I’m not confused, my reality is my dream and my dream is my reality. Yesterday I was in school; today I am a trapeze artist.

When Mr Buttersworth approached me, I was bewildered. I told him I do not have any talents and he said the most bizarre thing: You don’t need any talent. I provide all to my staff including talent. All I need is the lonely heart.

I was pulled in by his words. For some reason I believed he could make me special and he did and so I went.

Teaching in general, and teaching kids in particular is a lot of show.

You are not expected to tame lions,

There is no tightrope,

And normally you get no pie in the face,

But...

You have an audience,

They need to be in the show,

Along with you,

Clowning around,

Learning skills,

So they, the kids,

Would someday also be in their own show.

“You're sure you know what you're doing little girl?” the man moved the tobacco around in his nasty mouth. He had some sort of gold object where his left eye should be and his gold nasty teeth was dressed in cud he mashed on while he spoke. Everyone looked at me rain spilling over my head.

“I ain't got nothing left here for me.” I pull my coat tighter around me.

As they rode off in the night one of them introduced themselves. “I'm Will this is Sally, Mack, Vitle and Volt and the fat fuck with the load of horse shit in his wad is Luther.”

“Watch yourself, boy.” the cud flew from his lips onto the side of the road as we picked up speed. We were racing the rain and the thunder that accompanied us on this cold wintry night.

“I'm Connie” he smiles at me and asks about why I'm here.

“There was nothing back there for me. don't get to close to me.”

The ride goes silent after he sees how serious I am.

The tires hitting every lump was like a smooth massage under my butt. I hadn't noticed we stopped at all.

A small nudge wakes me.

“Hey Connie were here. ”

It's dark and I can't see a thing but the glisten from Luther's eye staring at me.

“Welcome home everyone get cleaned up and meet me in the mess hall.” his mouth is still full of shit.

Will takes me to my room.

We go down a long hall with lots of pictures and trophies and other objects.on shelves.

We reach his room, and he cracks the door behind me.

He asks about the blood on my shirt.

“I told you not to get close to me.”

It's too late my body contorts and snaps.......

ARH-WOOO................