My Dreams

My Dreams

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I do this thing..
Called Maladaptive Daydreaming.

I can be wide awake.

And it’s like I’m somewhere else.

I could do this for hours on end.

Daydreaming about a life like mine but..

Different.

And everytime I do.

I dream of my future.

Of what it could be like.

How I’ve always wanted it to be.

When I was younger.

I used to dream about a family.

About that library I’ve always wanted.
With the little cafe.

I still dream of that place.

And the warm feeling it creates.

But now the dreams of that family have become more clear.

I can see children, a dog, and a husband..

Yet I can see them more clearly now.

As if maybe it could become a reality.

As if he really exists now.

If that makes any sense..

But I can see it now.