Reality

You are dreaming of a bright sunny day, and you get this feeling that you just want to stay. You’re skipping and running up a big hill, when you get to the top, you lay down and chill. Guessing the shapes of clouds as they pass, but you are distracted by the soft, green grass. You hear laughter from kids all around, running and playing and falling to the ground. You get up and begin to fly, you feel so free that you start to cry. You look down and see your house, it looks so tiny, the size of a mouse. You fly to the park; your friends are there, hitting baseballs everywhere. You play along and have some fun, Then you hit a home run. You run the bases and laugh out loud, deep down you feel so proud. wishing and hoping that this could last, it’s the time of your life, having a blast. Then you wake up to the sound of a crash, you fly through the window and get a road rash. You’re lying on the ground, in the middle of the street, you try to stand up, but you can’t feel your feet. Looking back at the terrible sight, you knew it would be your least favorite night. You hope to God that your family survived, but you then find out that you’ve been deprived. You live your life year to year, every now and then you shed a tear. You think of the past, what was taken away, you try to forget, but it’s stuck on replay. You're standing in the dark, all alone, and you feel a chill all the way to the bone. You get a sense of actuality, you’re not in a dream, you’re in reality.