THE MIDNIGHT DREAM
Sleep is not something I enjoy missing out on. Everyday, there is a specific amount of sleep that my body needs, and I know it. If by any reason the sleep required for a day reduces, it is necessary that I make it up the next day, for the mind and body to be completely functional. These days, it seems like every day, I find more reasons to skip my sleep, and I write them down, describing in advance the dream I would be seeing, when I make up my sleep the next morning.
The midnight dream is not something that I see in my sleep. It is something that keeps me awake and alive in full flow, designing my body to be in sync with my reality. Maybe what I write is what I want my reality to be. The unending possibilities that the imagination derived from darkness provides is so endearing, it drives me to keep doing it every day. Every night, it's the same routine. And every night, when I go to sleep, the smile on my face reflects the excitement that I am in, for what I write is what I dream. The next morning, my only dream would be for this day to get over quickly,for the night time to come, and for my hands to be in motion, spreading ink onto the magic of paper...

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