Daylight pierced the aperture,

Abating present tense.

Yesterday flashed future;

Drawn nigh to your presence.

Rent, the veil between us;

Ethereal escape —

Alighting stars, once dormant;

Mesmerizing gaze.

Iridescent visions,

Neural images evoked;

Glancing through the optics

Of

Dreams in Daylight’s Hope.

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"To solve this equation, you're going to need..."

Oh, like anyone cares. Like I'll ever need to use this.

As always, the math lesson lasts about a century. A century of boredom.

I look at the teacher and then out of window. And as I watch the rain drops falling, I slowly let my mind slip away.

I fall... Right there, to my own world, where there's no math or any other boring classes. There, where I am the queen. The goddess, even.

I see my childhood friends, Tarzan and Pinocchio, and I wave. They wave back, but they don't come closer. It's been a while since we've talked. They understand I don't need them anymore.

So, where should I go today? There's Hogwarts nearby. Hagrid would be sure to invite me for tea. Narnia wasn't far either, I haven't seen Alan in ages.

No. Today, I feel a bit more adventurous.

I'm sitting on the black stallion, galloping to the battle. The sword feels heavy in my sweaty hand, but I don't let the fear get the best of me. I'm a warrior, a knight in shining armor. I lift the sword, cutting through the enemies, a battle scream in my throat.

The enemy falls and I'm being praised by my companions. We won!

"Are you coming?" A voice shatters the illusion of victory and I find myself sitting back in the classroom, now half empty. The class ended and I didn't even notice it.

"Sure," I say and follow my friends, still a bit confused after being thrown out of my dream.

It's time to face the real world again. But I can always go back. Isn't daydreaming wonderful?

My head is above the clouds sometimes.

I think about a better me.

The one that would be a better mom.

The one that would have more money.

The one that would have better writing.

The one that would be less selfish.

The one that would quit her job.

The one that would step out of her comfort zone more often.

The one that let her daydreams be her real actions.

The one that lets go of fear.

The one.