a beautiful dream

last night's dream

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