I'm dreaming again. No not of the girl and the boy who have yet to connect, not of the two girls who have yet made it to fame, not of the woman who has yet to trust herself again. I am dreaming about my own life.
Those dreams never tell me what I'll be doing in my future, or where I'll be, they just let me know a sense of security. The dreams give me glimpses into a life where I come home to someone who loves me and someone I love, just in happiness.
It's been a long while since I've dreamt like this, and I smile when it happens, because I always know, dreams are something ethereal.
