The Soup Kitchen of the Mind

Upon waking up, nothing had really changed. The grass was still breezing through where he had fallen asleep Waking up was much the same as the previous day, but this time the lingering pain had faded more than ever, because he woke up knowing that he would have a reason to smile everyday. Nick hadn't dreamed that night either, the whole scenario just seemed like a good dream, but he was obviously wrong. He wasn't sure when he was going to see her again, but he was willing to wait, and definitely stick around for the time to come around again.

He got up, brushed himself off, and began to walk north, to the forest lying ahead. He had seen the interior of this forest many a time and wasn’t really afraid of the dangers that could be lurking behind the corners of every tall tree. He peaked around the corner from time to time, to see up ahead. Eventually, he grew tiresome and would lay for a nap within a bush he found on occasion, and drift off into sleep. Light would flicker throughout bits of space, revealing reality for a brief second. As the sparks ignited, they let bits of their essence fly within a breeze and shake themselves upon people who didn't have the patience to see. It would rain this dust, upon what we called our life, and it was never taken for granted. Slowly, Nicholas had been collecting this dust, and letting it build up, building his own reality within another, slowly bringing his own imagination to life. As this dust built up, so did his affection for his own world. And he’d wake up, within his own world. The beauty and grace was better than dreaming, because it was no longer what he wished, it was what it really was: his own reality brought to a physical form, that he was capable of living in.