March 17, 2017
There I was in my own world: Tysonia.
A whole parade marched and played this kingdom’s national anthem with guitars, drums, and a whole orchestra playing each vibrant note.
I flew over the masses with my rocket boots and cobalt blue glasses. I felt the wind flowing through my spiky jet black hair.
This kingdom was safe under my presence and I’m glad that everyone could feel secure in Tysonia. I waved at the pubic from the skies and they all cheered while I zoomed by.
Tysonia was my domain. It was a haven for me where I was a hero. I wish I would’ve been born here. Life would be so much better and…
“Tyson? Tyson? Tyson Manheim?”
My domain vanished faster than a hummingbird’s heart pumped up with caffeine.