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Sleep was the only thing I longed to do every day. It captivated me in various ways of how the human mind can imagine varieties of scenarios while we dream, yet these dreams seem so real to me. They take me to faraway lands with vast fields of eccentric flowers, deep blue ocean seas with everlasting horizons, and dreary forests with dark creatures that lurk deep within them. Every new dream takes me to a new sanctuary where I can control all activities on Earth, giving me all power.
My mother worries deeply about me on the days that I sleep away, never waking up when she calls for me. This isn't an ordinary cat nap that I have on a daily basis. It's hours being wasted by endless stories of dreams that make my real life dull as a wall splashed with grey and no decorations. She threatens to phone the doctor and get me help for my "disorder" that she claims is taking my youth away. I don't blame her for thinking her daughter has gone insane with the excessive amount of sleep.
But lately my dreams haven't been the same. When I fall back asleep, the previous dream takes off from where it left. It scares me sometimes, wondering if I'll ever wake up again to see my family, but at the same time it doesn't matter because I make new friends and people to love me. They treat me as a princess-delivering me tons of power-, in a way like a God that began their existence. Now that I think about I did bring them into existence. They are my creations--my own living creations.
Sleep was the only thing I longed to do every day. It captivated me in various ways of how the human mind can imagine varieties of scenarios while we dream, yet these dreams seem so real to me. They take me to faraway lands with vast fields of eccentric flowers, deep blue ocean seas with everlasting horizons, and dreary forests with dark creatures that lurk deep within them. Every new dream takes me to a new sanctuary where I can control all activities on Earth, giving me all power.
My mother worries deeply about me on the days that I sleep away, never waking up when she calls for me. This isn't an ordinary cat nap that I have on a daily basis. It's hours being wasted by endless stories of dreams that make my real life dull as a wall splashed with grey and no decorations. She threatens to phone the doctor and get me help for my "disorder" that she claims is taking my youth away. I don't blame her for thinking her daughter has gone insane with the excessive amount of sleep.
But lately my dreams haven't been the same. When I fall back asleep, the previous dream takes off from where it left. It scares me sometimes, wondering if I'll ever wake up again to see my family, but at the same time it doesn't matter because I make new friends and people to love me. They treat me as a princess-delivering me tons of power-, in a way like a God that began their existence. Now that I think about I did bring them into existence. They are my creations--my own living creations.
