Another Dreamer Who Writes

  Occasionally the week seems hard to get through. That’s the moment where I decide to step back from it all, close my eyes, and rest. And when I close my eyes, my mind inevitably wanders. My head sinks low onto my chest as my eyes get heavier, my temple pounding as random ideas scramble in. Whenever life gets tough for me, it’s the stories that save me. It’s the stories that pull me back from the stress that piles up, day after day. 
 This summer I was struck with some fever that really just came out of nowhere. It hurt to the point where I just curled up on the couch and hugged my dog to my chest and didn’t do much else. But then I started thinking of random thoughts, visions if you will, of people being put into situations of isolation. My mind drifted to tall heroes with swords and no one to talk to, or spies with all the knowledge in the world except for knowing themselves. And that’s when it occurred to me that, sometimes, when life throws things at you… 
Then you dream… And you get lost in the stories inside your head.