Fantasy can never be reality
I’m always imagining things, things that shouldn’t be within my head. Things that have absolutely no chance or possibly in happening. Yet I still carry on. Most days, I would wish upon a star. And just hope that all my fantasies become reality.
I’m the back of my head I can see the image of you pinning me down in the classroom. I don’t know why but that is the reoccurring image. Empty face no features everything blurred. at first I could imagine that it was you but it’s not what I think it is. The onece blurry face becomes more visible and I can see that this person is equally as bad as you are to me. All the emotions I was never really expecting to feel struck me . I couldn’t help but admire his features, he’s so tall and handsome I just can’t believe he’s the one right before me. I can feel a sudden burst of energy corse throughout my entire sleep state, for a second I lost my bearing. Now I remember, I’m here, back in the classroom. My eyelids are dragging themselves down, spiralling me into a deep sleep. But little did I know, I was still conscious.
I feel cold fingers graze against my cheek. Could this possibly be me dreaming? It felt so real. The feeling of warm breath starts hitting my neck. I’m waiting, not exactly sure for what. But I’m waiting.
I wake up confused. Was it really a dream?
