Dreams

When I close my eyes on some nights, I dream of me flying. Not a care in the world. Just me soaring in the clouds as the wind gently touches my hair. The moisture from the nearby clouds soothes my skin.

I would join the birds when they fly near me. And they don't seem to mind at all too. I guess they are thinking the same thing as me. Freedom. It's something that we take for granted.

The people below look like ants. I can see them running around trying to get their business done. Bound by their daily routines. Chained to their necessities. And there I was enjoying myself as I go in and out of the clouds.

And then it hits me out of nowhere. A flash of light. The knowing sound of thunder. All I feel now is that I'm falling hard and fast. Rain splashes across my face. I get agitated. I know I'm going to hit the ground anytime soon. My freedom taken away from me.

And then I wake up. I have to turn off the alarm clock.