I dream of morning sunlight bathing the room in gold, a gentle awakening, as the day unfolds. Rain falling softly on cobblestone streets, watching lovers share umbrellas, wishing I had someone to meet.
I dream of Candlelit dinners, watching the stars above, spontaneous dances, and falling in love. My life is a canvas of dreams unfurled, wishing for perfect moments so that I could paint the world.
Yet in reality, my alarm is blaring, I sit sleepily, letting my coffee go cold. I then rush through the traffic as the morning grows old. I splash in murky puddles and soak my worn shoes, Then stand on the crowded bus, chuntering away my morning blues.
When at home the microwave beeps, and there are bills to pay. I watch Netflix in silence With a tv dinner to end my day. I then lay alone in bed in this mess that I conceal, with a quiet awareness of how I truly feel.