- Urban Cowgirl -
Bored was an understatement. I've been waiting for my ride for three hours and my phone died an hour ago. I've run out of things to do and pacing was all my mind could seem to come up with. I paced from one end of the blue wall to the other.
I shuffled across the wall and the bodies painted upon it moved with me. What begun as impatience, blossomed into choreographed movement with illustrations. So light on their feet they were, as they swept me off of mine. Once on cloud 9 with the dancing fellows, a clopping of hooves brought my attention back to earth. My ride had arrived and bidding farewell has come too soon.