I woke up, and the sunlight felt different. The messy house I lived in, that I couldn’t bring myself to call home, was peaceful. There wasn’t any sound of yelling, there wasn’t any sign of war. My father believed in mental health and never crossed the boundaries that hurt my heart. My mother was starting to be stronger and more positive. I went out to begin a normal day and I was welcomed by my friends who never had anything but kind intentions towards me. They couldn’t lie, they couldn’t fake a smile if they tried. I sat under a tree but I wasn’t thinking of something that made me sad. I was counting my blessings, enjoying the harvest of the life I worked for.
And then I woke up, to see that everything was just the same.
Oh, how I wish I could live in my dreams!