A Dream For Tomorrow.

I think everyone has had those nights where sleep doesn't come until the wee hours of the morning and laying in bed with your thoughts isn't the companionship that you hoped for. The mental lists, the inner reflections, the regrets, even the triumphs, flood your mind like a broken pipe bursting with energy. But it's 3 am, how could my best ideas, most thought out plans, come at 3 am? You know they say, ideas in the middle of the night are never that good in the morning, and I tend to disagree. See, often in the night probably around 1:30 am or so, my thoughts turn into my dreams. Not dreams of far of places, or heroic events, but my life dreams. Dreams that are achievable but not yet attainable. Noble dreams of a career, family, what I want my house too look like, what the people in my life will look like and be like, where i'll live, what my new hobbies will be, oh how the possibilities are endless at 3 am. It's 2 am, and here I lay in my bed, computer on top of my knees, dreaming about tomorrow and the next day and the next day. For just a moment, a small second perhaps, my insecurities, fears and adulthood pain, leave for a moment and I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.