I woke up from a blissful dream, a dream that ended before I was given the chance to hope it to last. Then, I became wistful. I wanted to think about it some more, as if my thoughts would bring me back to where I left.

I had such a happy dream that I did not want to end; if onIy I could have slept forever, trapped in that dream, I would have been oblivious I was leaving my reality behind. But dream no more. Or else I'll get caught and be lost again in my thoughts.

Before my sleep, my fairy godmother must have said her goodnight. And on her departure, fairy dusts must have fallen off her wings and gave me this pleasant sleep.But then again, I did not want to have a beautiful dream -- just not this one.

As a child, I often wondered why fairy godmothers do not put a spell on themselves to make them beautiful. Then I realized, they don't cast their spells because they knew the empty feeling that comes next when the clock strikes twelve and everything comes back to what it was. Just like sweet dreams.

It's euphoric, but it gives you the sense of nostalgia once your eyes open. This heavy feeling that weighs down my heart, just why is it, when I'm feeling empty?