Literature
Wish upon a dream. (Part 1 - 2 min read)
As a beautiful glimpse of morning light shone through the curtains of her bedroom, she slowly opened her still tired eyes. And while the glimpse of light showed her it was going to be a gorgeous day, she herself felt less bright. She rolled upon her back, her eyes staring at the ceiling, without really even seeing it, for she was too far away in thoughts. Her eyes blinked as a sign of awakening from those thoughts, after which she moved her body to sit up straight in her bed and grabbing her diary from her nightstand. She may have already been 23, but she loved to write, and loved to remember, so in it she wrote all the things that mattered.