In Dreams

Late at night I go to bed.
I rest my head on a pillow.
I go to sleep thinking about tomorrow.

In my sleep I dream.
In my dream I do things that aren't possible.
I meet people who are long forgotten.
I see things I really want.

These things all feel so real.
It is as if I only need to reach out my hand.
Reach out, grab hold of it and never let go.
It is as if all that I want is there, but I can't be.

I wake up.