I was looking forward to tomorrow, yesterday. Will tomorrow be any different, I asked myself. Will it be different from what I have always seen, always heard, always felt? If so, how different? What is the difference?
I woke up, not to birds chirping, not to the sun shining, not to a lovely dream. I woke up to something very different, something which would not keep me safe, something which would hurl me into space, and wait for me to hit earth.
I woke up… to reality.
Why would I want to be here? Why, when I seemed to be having a pretty wonderful time? Why would I choose this?
I had but one choice. To go back to sleep, or to wake up and face it. No, not the harsh reality, but the real reality.
The reality which would be a little different, a lot more adventurous and would require a lot more courage. So, here I am, ready to face you, my reality.
Ready to face the one thing, which has given me everything I have and everything I have not.
I have chosen the real reality. And I have but one wish.
And when this reality comes true, I will have no one to thank for it, but myself. And for that day, I will wait.