The Dreamer
By Julia Anne •
Every night as she lay in bed, waiting to fall asleep
Ashley dreamed of things that never could be, instead of counting sheep.
She dreamt of fairies, of mermaids, and all other creatures
With magical features.
“Ashley, sweet child, wake up from those dreams.”
Her mother’s voice would seep through the seams
Of her magical dreams.
But Ashley didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to stop,
She wished that she could hop
Right into her fantasies.