MissMelysse You know how people say they left their hearts in San Francisco? Well I left a piece of my soul in Maxwell, CO. Let me tell you about it...
Maxwell, CO is one of those picturebook villages tucked away between Denver and Loveland - the kind where everyone seems unnaturally happy.
I haven't actually lived in Maxwell since I was nine years old of course, but in my dreams I'm still riding my bike down Iris Road...
In my dreams my red bike moves like the wind, and I barely have to pedal before I'm halfway up the hill above the school, and turning left
...onto Maple Drive, where I come to a stop under the same tree, whether I want to or not. Of course, I know what waits across the street.
It's the same thing that waits across every street in the dreamscape of my mind, and that seemed to haunt me wherever I was in that town.
