As I lay there restless under a heap of blankets, my mind wanders helplessly.
When I fall asleep I have a dream that leaves an impression on me, but I don't know why.
I wake up to my two little kids jumping in bed with me and my husband. We resist waking up for a little bit, but eventually give in. My husband rolls over and says he'll make breakfast. The kids run off yelling with joy following their dad. I watch them run off as I roll back over for a little more rest. Being off work for the day, I had nothing to worry about, and just when I'm dozing off to to that thought, I am woken up again. This time is was to the sound of them laughing in the kitchen. Having my family, the three most important people in my life; happy. That is when I realized I was content with my life and I wouldn't change anything. I loved my family, I had finally lived out my dream of becoming a lawyer, and I was comfortable in life. As I sat there, listening to it, I realized that was my favorite sound in the world.
That dream was one I didn't want to wake up from, I was happy being asleep.
They're the kind of dreams that take a little piece of your soul every time you close your eyes.