Why, it’s only a dream! It’s only ever been a dream!

Arthor prepared himself to fly- wait, I’ve tried this before. Attempting to fly through the roof only brings the dream to an abrupt end, he knew that. To a new awakening, and then all the possibilities of this one are over. He made his way over to the window, opened it, and looked out at the iris-blue sky. Clouds only accented and amplified the late morning beauty and the benevolent sun. There was his playground, his kingdom, his freedom, and he lunged uncertainly out the window for it. But what if flight alludes me? I can’t jump from up here- better to let myself down and start from  the ground. Disheartened, he climbed down from the window and stepped into the open space upon which the room’s windows gazed.

Bracing himself, Arthor hesitated before beginning to jog forward… and who is that running ahead of me? A figure sprinted on and up, and Arthor sprinted after. The man lept upward, one hand leading him, and he soared into the air- incredible! And Arthor no longer hesitated, he took his leap of faith and soared  upwards as well, barely noticing some branches scratching across his back as he did so.

Flight! The freedom of birds! Arthor dreamed his way through the blue sky, not knowing or caring how long the dream would last after that. It didn’t matter, one second or ten or ten years or ten thousand would have been just as good. He flew for a long time. Then Arthor awoke.