One Classic Dream

Whenever I stepped out into the open reflection of God's brilliant painting, I would stand in awe and hold my breath for it was a truly bewildering sight. While gracefully leaning over the egg-shaped poolside, I would gently stroke the passive waters, feeling their cool warmth envelope my hand. Yet, the dark, murky and ironically lucid water complimented the crystal cast of an open night. Floating ax1 the soothing waters and gazing into the night, …

…showers. I stared at my stucco white ceiling that can possess a million figures whenever I put the effort and imagination into it, and it was then that I realized my imagination had carried me away off into a wonderland again. I closed my eyes longing to be back into my state of unconsciousness. As my heart clenched and my throat knotted, I gasped out a heart-rendering cry: "It was too good to be true…"