My Dream

Running through a forest, weaving
Through trees. My dress brushes the ground,
I hold it up to my knees.

I’m running to escape the pain of life.
There are too many expectations, too much
Strife.

I reach a tiny cottage, and you happen to be inside.
We have a cup of tea, and then we read for a while.

But morning comes too quickly, and I am
Jolted awake.

“Wake up,” the sky taunts me. “Time for
Another day.”