Wake Up!

I remember posting something about not wanting to ever wake up again on twitter last wednesday or so. Well I had three replies. Someone sent a sadly, someone said I shouldn't say that, Someone said I should sleep by a snake. When I meant sleep then, I actually meant die, but now I just realized a different kind of sleep I actually enjoy.

I like to lay on my bed a lot, just to think and most times I imagine. I imagine what life could be like if this was this and this wasn't this and if that could only be that. This is actually the time I have the most fun, when I close my eyes and just let fantasy take over and I have all I want so easily and that feeling is so irreplaceable and satisfying. The world is mine to control in the confines of my tiny mind, I kill who I want and spare who I please, the moment when the world bows and becomes entirely mine [sips coke], mine alone! But then
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I snap out of it, i'm in my little bed, in my white room all alone and contesting 'who owns the night' with mosquitoes, my skin is sticky from sweat. There's no electricity and the room is stuffy but I still smile because I know my reality would soon catch up with my dream.

'I'll like to sleep and never wake up, because my dream is better than reality.'

One day my dream will be my reality. :o)

[well, there's electricity and its 2.30am already. Reality runs fast I presume. Time to sleep. XX]