Sleep Walker: A Narrative Fiction

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Gliding.
Fading.
Free.
The feeling of my blade against the ice was bewitching. The rocky texture of the ice against the smooth blade of my skate dance together almost rhythmly. The freezing cold temperature of the ice rink brought frost bite to my bundled up body, the mixture of hot and cold sent my body into over drive as I tried to nail a perfect triple axel and failed miserably. Not wanting to accept defeat I got up and twirled again and missed; again I screamed at myself, now was not the time for mistakes. Pushing myself up I got in position, I raced around the rink trying to build up speed but instead I was slapped in the face with the slush my blade had created. I glided toward the end of the rink and lifted myself up as if I was a bird who just learn to spread her wing and fly. I landed on the tip of my toes and twirled then jump and jumped again. When I got down from my high I saw the mark of a perfect triple axel printed into the ice. A heavenly gasp left my lips as my brain came to accept the fact that I did it, I made a triple axel. The sound of sarcastic clapping brought ...

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