| Have you ever read a book or story that made you feel like you were there? Or maybe dreamt a pleasant dream that felt like that was how life was lived? And a lot of times these stories, these dreams these little imaginary fantasies, they're so wonderful, so very real. I've had some realistic dreams. Sometimes they're so great. I have everything I've dreamed of, or maybe just one big thing I've always wanted. But the worst part is that-eventually-I've got to wake up. Nothing last forever. And when I wake up, I get this terrible yearning to just simply lay down and find myself right back in the dream. Other times I find that I get caught up in books or stories. It just feels like I'm part of the story and it's really happening. Sometimes I'm reading another author's work. I see myself in the setting they have described. I know which people would be my friends. But once again- the book has to end. And when it does, I wonder, where does the world go? And how can I go back? And yet still more times, it's a combination of stories and dreams. I'll take a story that maybe I've created or someone else, either way. I'll just turn it into a little daydream. You see, dreaming, and reading stories-it's takes me to another world. Yet, the world cannot stay. And it saddens me more and more each time it goes. Still-in the end-I know that I wouldn't give this mysterious other world up for anything. |
