Dreamer

A cup of hot cocoa is standing in front of me. I'm cold, so I decide to hold the cup between my hands. Words and notes flies around the room. It creates at beautyful song, my favorite song, actually. My window is half open and a silent wind is blowing the curtain. In a moment I'm not here anymore. My soul and thoughts are on a march in another world. A perfect world surrounds me now. The sun is shining here. My hands that were cold before, are now about to filled with warmth, strength and power. My mind that were filled with inconsequential thoughts and was a big mess, is now clear and ready to discover. Now there is nothing I can't do.