As he saw her leave, the dream invader couldn’t help but admire the way she walked; her stride possessed an elegance fit for the ramp of a fashion show.
She heard a few muffled whispers and subdued giggles. Archimedes grinned at her dark green tee-shirt with an image of ‘Sponge bob square pants’ over it.
It was a Tuesday when he approached the church on his daily route and heard a faint, yet mesmerizing echo. He couldn’t help himself and stepped closer to the church doors to listen.