dream of the summer but as I awake I realize I am wrong. It’s a cold, white winter day on the outside of my windows. I sit and wonder why my dreams can’t be reality. Why am I trapped inside with snow around me? If it was summer I’d be outside being suffocated by the blazing heat in the air that I breathe in. Someday soon when winter fades and spring dies down my dreams will be reality and my nightmares will be in the future.