A dream is a wish your heart makes...

When I wake up every morning, I open my eyes...to what? To a boring white wall. To an annoyingly-bright digital clock. To curtains dark enough to keep out any light coming in.

I live in a cave. A third floor cave full of action figures and cat toys (the shelves and floor, respectively).

If I had a choice, I would want to wake up underwater. I want to open my eyes, and on the ceiling, see waves of light floating like waves. In actuality, it would be the reflection of water outside. Living so close to the water, that I could hear it and breathe it in like the sweetest alarm clock ever made.

Instead I wake up to the wall, the clock, and the curtains of this cave.

And I wish it were the water. But life is all about wishes...