I had a dream.
I had a dream once, that I could fly. My feet levitated off the ground. I swear it was so surreal. My feet? Off the ground? I’ve never been on a plane. The first thing I remember doing in flying up to the sky and touching a cloud. Very fluffy and cool. If I could do this than the world is my oyster. I flew around, and saw the astonished looks on peoples faces. So overjoyed or surprised. I flew around the world. I went to Africa and rode an elephant, I went to France and ate cheese. I helped Cambodians doing field work.. Everyone was happy, they laughed they smiled. There was no war, No pain, No conflict, just peace. And I flew and flew and flew. But in this peace and happiness I realized it was too good to be true. I woke up. In this world, full of destruction and chaos, I laid in my bed, waiting to go back asleep. To escape once more