The dull sunlight peeks through the curtains and illuminates the ceiling.
When I open my eyes, I'm reminded that this day is just like the last.
The ceiling fan spins, casting shadows on the walls.
They change shape, revolving in a monotonous dance.
Last night's dream is the only thing I want to think about.
I grasped it in my fingertips and - only seconds ago -
felt every emotion. But now that I've awoken,
it couldn't feel further away.
It left me here at 5 in the morning with nothing but
the shadow dance to keep me entertained.
And I know it won't return if I dare close my eyes again.
Sleep doesn't come when it's light out.
Why couldn't you just stay? I ask.
You were such a beautiful dream, why didn't you stay?
The only response I receive is from the birds
reminding me that my life is a gift.
A dream isn't supposed to hold you back.
It's an idea. A moment of inspiration.
I'm going to turn last night's dream,
into a reality.
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A/N: I don't really know how I feel about this one. But I'm procrastinating studying for a test tomorrow and remembered I hadn't published in a while. Hope you like it
- C
