[My Dreams -- New Piece/story thing]
In my dreams, I soar to heights unknown to anybody who came before me with large wings no human has. I ford rivers and raise oxen in lives I've never led. I captain a sea-worthy vessel better than Captain Jack Sparrow himself. I fight aliens and monsters in a house I barely recall with weapons any ten-year old would have. I fall forever, never touching the bottom of an endless chasm of darkness that just couldn't exist on Earth. I visit classrooms that lead to airports that lead to my own backyard in ways physics never thought possible. I defy the laws of time, space, gravity, men and God, all with no consequence. There's nothing I can't do. I've been to mountains and valleys, rivers and oceans, plains and plateaus, but the only place I call home is in your arms. In my dreams, we are never separated. In my dreams, you are here with me. You hold me when I need it, you smile to brighten my day, and you kiss beautifully (even though you've yet to try it any other time). In my dreams, I am free to be with you; there is no disability or barricade to stop us. In my dreams, There is nothing to stand in my way. In my dreams, we are truly free.
There is always music to dance to and to sing with. There is always art to look at, movies to watch, and never a limit to my time with you. There are countless smiles, millions of moments to laugh, and only tears of joy and bliss. There are castles in the sky which have been built on clouds of hope, built in my own design. There's my bubble-wrap and blow up furniture room, my lavendar princess room with the canopy bed, my hippie room with the shag carpet, my mirrored hallway leading to a mirrored bathroom. There's my dark and warm cave with real stalagmites, my endless supply of clothing in the oversized (and overstuffed) closet, my always spotless kitchen with odd utensils for assassin's work disguised as the most obvious of household items...
The worst moments of my days are the moments where I am pulling myself out of a dizzying fog just after waking up. The moments where I have to rearrange the entire way my brain works, because when I'm dreaming, my mind is in control and inspiration is rampant. In reality, however, the brain demands most respect, and reminds me of the laws and rules that actually exist, instead of my cotton-candy wishes and hopes. Physics re-enters my world with a thud. These are the worst moments because right before I wake up, I can still feel your breath on my skin. I can feel your heart beat against my chest. I can smell you. I can taste your soft kiss on my lips. I can hear you telling me you love me. But after I awake, you're gone and I am left in this harsh, cold reality without you.
There is always music to dance to and to sing with. There is always art to look at, movies to watch, and never a limit to my time with you. There are countless smiles, millions of moments to laugh, and only tears of joy and bliss. There are castles in the sky which have been built on clouds of hope, built in my own design. There's my bubble-wrap and blow up furniture room, my lavendar princess room with the canopy bed, my hippie room with the shag carpet, my mirrored hallway leading to a mirrored bathroom. There's my dark and warm cave with real stalagmites, my endless supply of clothing in the oversized (and overstuffed) closet, my always spotless kitchen with odd utensils for assassin's work disguised as the most obvious of household items...
The worst moments of my days are the moments where I am pulling myself out of a dizzying fog just after waking up. The moments where I have to rearrange the entire way my brain works, because when I'm dreaming, my mind is in control and inspiration is rampant. In reality, however, the brain demands most respect, and reminds me of the laws and rules that actually exist, instead of my cotton-candy wishes and hopes. Physics re-enters my world with a thud. These are the worst moments because right before I wake up, I can still feel your breath on my skin. I can feel your heart beat against my chest. I can smell you. I can taste your soft kiss on my lips. I can hear you telling me you love me. But after I awake, you're gone and I am left in this harsh, cold reality without you.