I lay in bed, waiting for that bliss moment

to be taken away from reality,

and into my deepest desires

1, 2, 3...

I'm gone.

I enter my imagination.

I'm in utopia; there are no laws,

no regulations, no racism, no

discrimination, just complete,

and utter freedom. Women and men walk around 

without batting a judging eye towards one another.

I dream of a perfect world

filled with endless sunsets,

walks under a starry lit sky,

rivers filled with different species of fish with colors that we never knew existed, 

and innumerable amounts of books with untold stories of heroines fighting off the

forces of evil.

I look around and see all types of foods;

I see pastas, chicken wings, shawarma, 

steak, sushi, noodles, strawberries,

crepes, cakes, pastries, donuts, 

sweet rolls, reeses, and so much more.

I cry out in utter joy at the sight before me.

The world around me is different; I

see lovers of the same sex treasuring

their child, I see no use of guns or dead bodies

on the ground around police officers;

I see everyone getting along and laughing

with tears of elation streaming down their smiling faces.

To be able to sleep and dream of paradise

is truly a blessing.

My dreams are cut short as the sun slowly

wraps its warm arms around my unconscious 

body; they pulls me out of my dreamlike state, 

and into the reality that I have become foreign to. 





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