fauxcroft

I remember so long ago playing on a field on a hot summers day and falling into the soft green grass and staring up at the cloudless blue sky. As I laid there I imagined being older and drifted off into the dream. I now find myself thinking often, please wake up, because the dream is not how I expected it to be and I’ve learnt so much, so please let me wake up on the grass, on that field, on the blue sky sunny day.