I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately, which put my imagination in full swing!
I began to wonder, if I had a night/afternoon all to myself on a weekend, but was stuck inside what would that girl inside AKA Cheyenne Lynnae (Lynnae isn’t my real last name) do on a night like that?
Which really translates into, what do I think the real me would do?
So here’s what I came up with.
She dances on window sills to Billie Holliday, Nina Simone, Cat Stevens, The Beatles, Adele, Coldplay, Secret Garden’s The Reel, and a little bit…okay maybe a lot of techno music; a glass of flavored water in hand. (Natural of course!)
Light blue, deep green, and navy blue skirts flick around her knees. Barefoot unpolished feet twist and leap accross cold floors.
Long blonde hair spins around her waist a curtain hiding her smiling face.
She watches documentaries, Pocahontas, or Sabrina munching on calliflower “popcorn” as she folds the days/weeks serendipities into paper cranes and hangs them from the ceiling.
She runs barefoot through the woods, and sings on the top of her lungs. She spins around in circles, and sways in the moonlight.
She lounges on floor cushions, pouring over maps, stories of explorers, and doing research for her novels and papers.
One hand holds tightly to the novel she’s reading the other is pressed to her smiling mouth as she reads in the light of a lantern. The hammock she’s cocooned in swaying whenever she giggles or squeals.
She heads off to sleep no later than ten, though the night owl in her is pleading with her to stay and burn the midnight oil.
Soon she drifts off to sleep, and lucid dreams of traveling around the world, meeting new people, living a life of happiness and adventure, dancing always, and writing her novels.
What would the person inside you do on their wild night in?
*Smiley Faces*
- Cheyenne Lynnae




















