Dreaming- My story

Sleeping. No one is immune, every race, every color, everyone. ‘I’m going to sleep.’ An expression used practically everyday. Provoking comments, discussions, laughter- ‘you wouldn’t believe what I dreamt last night!’ A place where anything, could come true. Your darkest fears, deepest desires and wishes. Curling up in your covers, dreaming, waking excited for the coming day.

I don’t even know when it changed. Now ‘bedtime’ to me is lying in your bed, fully awake and thinking, having nightmares, then waking up tired. No longer, falling asleep, just… falling- It’s ironic how tiring, sleeping can be.

Is it the responsibilities? Growing up? Stress?
When young, any mistakes were forgotten, a different best friend everyday, boys were nothing more than friends, or ‘going out’ meant next to nothing. I didn’t have a care about what people thought about me. My appearance, or weight: (bloody Atkins) As a result I was a scruffy, round little kid… and I miss that.
Not being young. But being happy.

Going to sleep… and dreaming.