Dreams

Dreams

“Whatever happened to all the dreams you’ve always thought before you slept every night. Whatever happened to the dreams that you wished to see when you close your eyes and drift in solitude under the moonlit sky. Whatever happened to that teddy bear that you kept hugging in the dark; the one that pretended to be the man who would wake you up every morning…,” asked my Fairy Godmother. She traced my hair and caressed each strand she could reach. Her voice sounded so worried internally that I felt her hand shaking as she stroked my hair; lovingly in each move. “The sunshine would gleam in his eyes and the rays of sunlight gave the honey glow in his cheeks.”

“What dreams?” I asked. I looked at her straight in the eye with my face showing no sign of feeling at all. “I have never slept in a long while.”

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