Sometimes I dream that I could sleep forever.
The seasons going by and me
just sleeping in my tiny blue room.
In the hot summers I would toss and turn,
dreaming of icy cold lemonade, with a lemon on the side of the glass.
In fall I would dream of jumping into
fallen leaves.
During winter I’d curl up.
Pull the blankets over my head, and
remember the times I built an igloo
of snow
In spring however
I would sleep in peace
dreaming of a time when I would wake up
and see the sun and bright sky once again.
The seasons going by and me
just sleeping in my tiny blue room.
In the hot summers I would toss and turn,
dreaming of icy cold lemonade, with a lemon on the side of the glass.
In fall I would dream of jumping into
fallen leaves.
During winter I’d curl up.
Pull the blankets over my head, and
remember the times I built an igloo
of snow
In spring however
I would sleep in peace
dreaming of a time when I would wake up
and see the sun and bright sky once again.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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