Sleeping in a Fantasy Then Waking Up to Reality

I could feel my bare feet against the pure, soft grass; I could hear the song of the wild birds in the branches above my head; I could smell the scent of the wild flowers close by; when I opened my emerald green eyes, I saw the tropical foreshore forest around me and the beach through the trees. I walked slowly forward, feeling the warmth of the filtered sunlight through the leaves of the trees on my skin. The comforting summer breeze whistled through my long, dark hair and whispered secrets to me. The grass under my feet soon turned to sand as I reached the beach, a new warm sensation soothed my olive skin. I looked up and smiled at a seagull as it called to me when it flew past. The water was crystal clear so I could see the reef below it’s surface, and the splashes of colour from the life under the waves was like an oil pastel painting. My eyes gazed out over the ocean with wonder; the aqua-blue water was so inviting for a swim. My feet walked me forward closer the small, tumbling waves that were lined with white foam. The coolness of the sea water first submerged my feet, oh how lovely it felt! I looked around me, this was paradise; a beautiful fantasy. I laughed and dove into the fresh, cool water; and then everything went black.

I sat up in my beaten, single bed. It was just a dream; but my fantasy world felt so real. I could hear the traffic roaring outside my window that was covered with an old towel with holes in it. The sunlight streamed through the gaps onto the polished, wooden floor. All I could smell was the pollution and filth from outside. I got to my feet and stumbled to the window and peered out; only to see the cars, buses and taxis filing into the city. Disgusted, I wondered to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Messy hair and tired eyes; I sighed loudly. If only I could go back to my fantasy that I had dreamt of, if only I could leave this city. Only fifteen years of age and on my own. Work only just paid for rent and food; I was getting by though. I turned on the shower and listened to the running water trickling down the drain; the water is my tears, and the drain is my emotion. I opened my eyes and wiped away a forming tear; I will leave this place some day, I will find my fantasy and follow my dream, I will leave this place some day.


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