From My Dream Place To My Dream Place

Its early morning, I hear the birds chirping and the chicken clucking, it sounds almost as if its taunting me to get out of my bed. I sit up and as soon as I open the curtains, I see the reason to wake up every day. Its freezing outside but I have my chunky blanket on me as I walk to the door and open it, just to get hit by the freshest breeze which gives my body the serotonin to start the day. I go out and sit on the lawn chair admiring the pulchritude in front of my eyes. As far as I can look, all I can see are mountains blurred with fog and some also hugged by a layer of snow. The suns rising, the winds blowing, and the fog comes out of my nose with every breath I take. It feels as if it's taking away some weight off my shoulders and giving me the cure to my headache. I can't help but be grateful for this moment right here. As I rest my head back, I see the birds in the sky flying away into emptiness. Seeing them makes me want to learn to fly away too and see the whole world like they do. I get up from the chair and walk over the cold grass barefoot. Each strand of grass is frozen due to mist, it makes my feet cold but I like it. As the sun's coming up the weather is starting to get warmer, and I don’t need my blanket anymore. I throw it on the grass and lay down on it. The day’s first sun ray hit my face and I feel alive. I take a big stretch and feel the blood flowing through my veins. I feel the humongous clouds encapsulating me into them. I feel the grass blowing itself with the wind and tickling my whole body. I close my eyes to feel everything, to feel as if I'm floating in the air. But when I open my eyes I am met with my dog licking my face and with the sight of glow in the dark stickers of moon on my ceiling staring down at me. I laugh at my dog and hug him tight. He brought me back from my dream place to my dream place, right here with him. He is my sunshine, he is my grass, he is my clouds he is my sky and he is my mountain. 

Its early morning, I hear my mom cooking and the venders selling, it sounds almost as if they are taunting me to get out of my bed. I sit up and as soon as I open the curtains, I see the reason to wake up every day; the mountains.