Sounds slowly started to seep through the fog of sleep. Smells came next, as they tickled my nose with enticing scents. My eyelids strove vainly to keep a hold on my dreams, but they ever so slowly cracked open and rose to reveal my chocolate brown eyes, still dazed from sleep. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, entrenched in every nook and cranny, waiting for my awakening in order to shake me back into the world of the living.
Dreaming is easy, it’s making your dream a reality that’s difficult. It requires organization, strength of will, moral support, and money.