Every day I looked forward to those 8 hours.
Those 8 hours when I sleep like a baby
The moment I hit the bed after a tiresome day,
I become the queen of my world-
My own dream world.
One day I’m an accomplished author writing best sellers.
Another day I’m a tech tycoon donating millions to the poor.
The next day I’m a top chef cooking mouthwatering food.
Yet another day I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
I float in a land where anything is possible.
When the alarm brings me back to my senses
I wake up energized;
I wake up powerful;
I wake up feeling blissful for those 8 hours of magical dreams.
After all, those are the few hours when I can be anyone I want to be.
P.S: This post is written in response to Writing 101 prompt: Sleep:Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form.