The Simple life

Remember when you were little, and you would pretend you were in a different place, or you were a princess, spaceman, dinosaur, anything. All you had to was make up something. Nothing mattered, you could just run around outside all day, then go inside and listen to your parents tell you a story. And, you would cuddle up in your warm covers, with your favorite stuffed animal, and listen to the story, wishing you could be like the characters. Finally, you would drift off into sleep. Your parents would kiss you on your forehead, and walk out of the room, leaving the door half open, because they knew you were afraid of the dark. And when you woke up the next morning, it started all over.


I wish things were still the simple.