Dear _______,
Last night you lay awake in your bed and you stared blankly at the ceiling as you thought of your life. You resented the way you were living but could not do anything because you did not have to means to. Your mind drew circles as you turned, closing your eyes trying to fall asleep. 1, 2, 3, 4, you counted your sheep and when you hit the magic number 200, your mind finally close, as do your eyes.
You dreamt of fresh scented grass that felt crisp against your bare ankles. You dreamt of whimsical twinklings of a harp as you trailed your fingers upon the flowers that shone with the colour of morning dew. The cool breeze trickles along your skin. The warmth of the sun frames your face, exposing a shadow of a smile. You breathe in deep, as the untainted air surrounds you, lifting you so high it was almost impossible to feel the ground. Trailing your hands along the soft leaves, your face lights up with an actual smile. It feels unnatural at first but soon you get used to the corners of your mouth lifting, so dazzling it would rival even the brightest of stars. The sand crumbles beneath your feet as you gazed out longingly at the sea which colour are of crayons. The waves crashed against the shore but alas, all was not to last.
As you wake, I heard the loud sigh from inside your heart. You kept your eyes closed, hoping to return but the stirrings of life outside your window remind you that it was merely a dream.
I heard the cry, I really did.
Love, _________