Now I lay me down to sleep,
my dreams, patiently waiting.
If I should wake before I die
I'll know my passion's abating.
Keep them safe,
Keep them warm,
Keep them close at hand
For dreams are often heard, at last,
when we are least to understand.
A dream or two is all I have,
so please, answer my prayers.
And once the answers come to pass
I'll live without any cares.
I'm having trouble getting to bed tonight because tomorrow is an important day. Tomorrow is the day I find out for sure whether or not I got the loan I need in order to attend culinary school.
I know worrying doesn't help anything. It's not worry that I have. It's more of an anxiousness, a feeling of impatience, of not knowing whether or not tomorrow will bring tears of joy, or sorrow.
It's a cautious anticipation, a careful protection of a dream already fragile from heartbreak.
It's a girl, who's wanted something for so long, who's afraid she might actually get what she asked for.
Good night everyone.