My Dream

It's 1:20 in the morning and I lie awake in my bed. I've been thinking about my new song. It's almost done, but, I still have to add a few lines for the last stanza.

"Where's my inspiration?" I asked myself.

I sighed. Then cover my head with my pillow.

"Get a grip Adam! Your song needs to be finished by this week." I told myself.

"Grrrr.." Twice I hit my head with the pillow and I squeeze my eyes tightly.

I focus on something else. I thought what have I become if I'm not a successful music artist?

Hmm. I love sketching, whenever I have free time, I make sketches of everything I see. For example, those trees in the park. The two kids playing in the playground, the sky, the ocean. Everything that's pleasant in my eyes. Maybe a painter.

Slowly, my eyes are getting heavy. My breath started to slow down and I am dreaming.

I am walking at the beach, at sunset. Enjoying the ambiance, feeling the warm sand, and the rush of the water in my feet. Admiring the sun throwing purple colors across the sky. I can feel the warm breeze touching my cheeks and the calling of the seagulls.

I dig my toes into the sand and stretched out my arms. I smiled to myself, and whispered "freedom". This is the best day ever. Too far from any stress, too far from deadlines, too far from screaming fans, too far from those media waiting for exclusive interviews. The waves of the ocean have a calming effect on me. A symphony of notes waiting to be heard. I close my eyes and breath deeply. When I opened them, I saw something.

At the end of the shoreline, not something but someone's watching me. A girl. To my surprise, she waves at me. I looked behind me, but we are the only ones in the place so I thought that she might be someone I know.

I walk a little faster, apparently stepping into one of the shells on the shore. Ignoring the pain in my foot, I broke into a run.

She's wearing a white long dress and has straight long hair that swayed because of the breeze. Like me, she is also barefooted.

As I come closer to her, she smiles widely. I cover my eyes, her smile is brighter than the setting sun. Then she looked into the ocean. I just stared at her, she's very beautiful. She looked at me with her deep brown eyes as if she can see right through my soul. Her eyes are full of love, passion, and sadness? I wonder.

I started to speak, but she just smiled at me, blinding me again. Then she walked away.

"Hey!" I called her, but she didn't look back. I tried to touch her shoulder and realized that she was very far from me now. But still, I keep on reaching.. Reaching.. Reaching.. And she was gone.

It was her. The same girl I've been dreaming of for the past month. But every time I dreamed about her, the place changes. The first time I met her, we were in a meadow. The second time I dreamed about her, we were in a park. And this is the third time.

My alarm clock startled me. It was 7 A.M. and I realized that my hand is outstretched reaching out into emptiness.