Wonderment

In dreams he could fly. Just hop and up he went. Mostly vertical, with some forward momentumn. But how high he could go! In dreams he could live different lives, although they were his own. Just the thought of it made him sad. But how remarkable it could be! It was like a movie, only better. Because his dreams had emotion. Tears, laughter, pain, love, fear...they were all there. And no admission price! They were his own, all for just closing his eyes. Some people claim to not dream. Some people don't remember their dreams. He was not like that. He could dream. And dream he did.