u know wat my real fantasy would be...the only one that could come dangerously close to being a reality is if one day in the year when i turn 26, i go to sleep my days tiredness away nd i find myself unable to sleep because all i am doing is thinking, my head an industrial area buzzzzing under a canopy of stars. Hours pass and im still stuck in between thought trances & sleep. i whimper in frustration, i have to sleep, its necessary, i chant.
Sleep doesnt come, shes curiously floats above my head, just a sliver away from my gazes reach...her body teases my eyes feild.
Shes beyond my territory, i see her; but the thousand soldiers inside my head don't quit their drowning voices march.
so i struggle n i struggle. i fight a deep deep war of sorts. i whimper n squeal, i thrash the bedstead wildly & sway.
i forget theres no one to fight with for this, so i step on the gas & wildly thump down the bed.
my sweat n the tears have made it a mess, the damp hot mattress so suffers the blows. i exhausted the quiver of arrows i had, the load of canons that entered the war...died without reason or rhyme or god knows wat not. my ammunition then over, da fight dat then withered, as two sides of inevitable defeat called it quits, sleep then she smothered, my eyes in the river, to stop me from thinking the dream that would think. thunk fell to the ground & smiled in contentment...as i drifted into peaceful rhythmic sleep.
i wake up in next mornings lap, warm & friendly & smelling of tea, i walk up to myself n see her...me....us. Together with a large crown of white old hair, shining nd radiant in their experience's glow.
a nightful of time & white hair next morning....
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