A Writer's Wonderland

As I watch my favorite show, dreams swirl deep inside me, where I cannot see them yet. I watch the ninja fight for what’s right and stick together through thick and thin. I watch them train with their master and see their bond grow. They see each other as brothers, and now they also have a sister. I watch them save their city, and a wish forms deep in my mind. I wish I could be a ninja. I think about it, as I lie in bed. The thought keeps me awake. I’m about the age of the ninja in my show, but then I think yea, but it’s just a show. You can’t fight, no ninja master is about to teach you, and you don’t even have a team. That last thought stays in my head. The ninja didn’t exactly grow up together, but they act like they did. I don’t have any friends who have been with me that long, since I have moved as much as I did. Being a ninja would still be pretty cool. I think about how the earth really could use a ninja, right now. Then, I remember what I have been told, way too ...

  As I close my eyes, a flood of thoughts fills my head. I roll over sleep. stop thinking, but I can't. All my worries and problems are playing in my head, along with my to-do list. I can't take it. I open my eyes, sit up, and reach for my glass of water. When I close my eyes again, I try to block out my mind, but I can still hear my thoughts whispering to me. So, I try something else. I imagine I'm falling in a bottomless, dark, quiet abyss. My problems don't exist here. I don't have any worries, it's just me and the quiet hum of the abyss walls around me. It's perfectly quiet and as I fall, the world feels distant. Soon enough sleep has me in it's warm,cozy arms. The world doesn't exist anymore, and neither do I. In my head, nothing exists, at least until the dreaded morning when everything will come rushing back, but for now, it's just me and the quiet fuzz of my mind, as I enter the land of dreams.