Author's note: An actual dream inspired me to write this and I want to make the transitions from dream to dream,... Show full author's note »
RealizeI am in a room full of sleeping children and the sign on the door says, "Orphanage." I stand up and look around me. So many young children are clustered into a tightly packed room. I can see what each and every one of them are dreaming about, each dreams lay above their sleeping heads. A little boy is sailing on a boat and fishing with his father. A little girl is drinking hot chocolate; she's in the snow, and with her parents. A boy is sitting on a couch and watching television with his family. A girl is sitting in a garden, having a picnic, and surrounded by a huge family. Another boy is flying a kite in the park with his father and her mother is tucking a girl into bed. I sniff and tears pour down my face.
"I'm so selfish," I whisper. "Always dreaming about finding love, when I already have it. Mother's love is always the best and she loves me very much. I love her and I don't need anyone else's love. She's all I need." I float in the air and out the window. I'm soaring through the sky on a bright shooting star and I land on soft green grass.