Who could I be if I didn’t stop myself

I look around. My pupils contract from the thousands lights lit around me. I stand firmly on a rooftop in one of the highest skyscrapers in NYC. I feel so fulfilled with myself I can hardly contain the huge smile appearing on my face. And I am not trying to. Not a single bad thought comes to my mind. I can't think of anything else except how happy I am. With myself firstly. And then with the life I am living. Or more accurately, with the life I created for myself with my own hard work and luck. I feel loved. I feel content with the people surrounding me and I don't miss a thing. I know the truth and I am not afraid of anything. I am powerful and comfortable in my skin. I can and I will achieve anything I want. I can't and won't be stopped. Thinking all of this, it almost feels as if I am dreaming. As soon as this thought crosses my mind I hear the loud noise of my alarm clock. I wake up and quickly look around, fearless and optimistic that my life is just as good as it was when I was dreaming. And it is. Just this one...time. It is.