 Gray by EL James read by Zachary Weber Monday, May 9th 2011 I have three cars They go fast across the floor so fast One is red one is green One is yellow. I Like the green one. It's the best Mommy likes them, too. I like when mommy plays with the cars and Me The red is her best Today she sits on the couch staring at the wall The green car flies into the rug the red car follows Then the yellow crash But mommy doesn't see I Do it again crash But mommy doesn't see I Aim the green car at her feet But the green car goes under the couch I can't reach it My hand is too big for the gap Mommy doesn't see I Want my green car But mommy stays on the couch staring at the wall Mommy my car She doesn't hear me Mommy I Pull her hand and she lies back and closes her eyes Not now maggot not now She says My green car stays under the couch It's always under the couch. I can see it, but I can't reach it My green car is fuzzy Covered in gray fur and dirt. I Want it back But I can't reach it. I Can never reach it My green car is lost lost And I can never play with it again. I open my eyes and my dream fades in the early morning light What the hell was that about I? Grasp at the fragments as they recede but fail to catch any of them Dismissing it like I do most mornings. I climb out of bed and find some newly laundered sweats in my walk-in closet Outside a leaden sky promises rain and I'm not in the mood to be rained on during my run today I head upstairs to my gym switch on the TV for the morning business news and step on to the treadmill My thoughts stray to the day. I have nothing but meetings though. I'm seeing my personal trainer later for a workout at my office Best deal is always a welcome challenge Maybe I should call Elena Yeah, maybe We can do dinner later this week Sample complete ready to continue