Not all dreams fade with waking. Some stay with us, like an unforgettable dance etched into the soul.
Morning arrived with soft golden light spilling through my window, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up with joy rooted deep in my bones. Not the fleeting kind that wavers in the face of reality, but a joy that lingers, like the echo of a song long after the music has stopped. I dreamt last night. A rare gift these days. And yet, something in me knows it was no accident.
Perhaps it is the weight I have shed, the truth I have embraced. The discovery of myself in full color, no longer hampered by self-imposed expectations. Freedom, after all, has a way of unlocking doors we did not know were closed.
He was there in the dream. Tall, handsome, moving through the world with the kind of confidence that made space for me at his side. He loved me, not in hints or careful gestures, but in bold declarations. He adored me, introduced me without hesitation, asked me to be his and only his. And I said yes.
We glided through an unforgettable dance, reckless in our joy, unbothered by watching eyes. We twirled and stepped, our feet shaping stories on unexpected stages. We smiled as if smiling was breathing, as if the world itself had no power to dim us. And though the dream ended, the feeling remained. An unshakable certainty that I am different now.
I once thought change required justification, that I had to cling to old versions of myself out of loyalty. But I see now… who I was brought me here. And who I am becoming will take me further. Perhaps change is not a breaking away, but a becoming. A permission to step beyond the borders of who I thought I had to be.
Some dreams fade with waking. Others become part of us, shifting the landscape of who we are. This was the latter.
Time moved forward, but the unforgettable dance remained.
