You know that part of the morning when you’re in the middle of a fantastic dream and something jolts you back to reality? Your heart sinks because your eyes open and see the light of day. The day that begins with getting ready for work.
You roll back over, close your eyes, and try desperately to get back to dreamland… where for a moment you don’t have to worry about real things. But… alas… something wakes you again and this time you really do have to get up. This time it’s the death of a dream.
It’s a heart sinking feeling to lose a grip on a dream that (at least for the previous slumbery moments) was all you thought about. But – you get up… you go about your day… and pretty soon you don’t remember what the dream was about.
This morning started with the death of a dream. A dream that I’m not quite able to let go of because it was such a spectacular one. Though i chased it with everything I had, I didn't catch it. But… then again… I guess that’s why they call them dreams.
I’m going to allow myself the rest of the evening to mourn the death… and then I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning with thoughts of a new dream. And who knows… maybe the old one will come around and surprise me again.
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