I dream today of the world I want to sleep in.
One filled with soft sheets, and warm music, and wonderful smells coming from the kitchen enticing me to roll out of bed to see mother and mayhap, grannie.
Mother likes to bake biscuits, while Grannie likes to put sugar or honey on top.I like my dream of softness and of love.I do not want to wake.
But, I must. I must embrace the hardness, the hate, the horrible of the world as softness is not how we live.
We bite and sling and strike, and call that survival.
Love, soft sheets and music and pancakes,That is the stuff of dreams.I like my dreams.
Dreams give us hope.