Monday, April 7, 2014

Little Worlds and Heaven

When I was a child, I used to imagine myself in little worlds that were different from my physical surroundings. Sometimes the world was heaven, or the place I was going to go after I died. Most of the time, though, my imagination simply brought me to another place. Usually there would be no people in my world, just a broad and beautiful landscape. Lots of green, a field of flowers, and always bright rays of sunlight.
In many of the images I saw of myself, I would float in space. I would take off in a little bubble (like a soap bubble) and fly away in a feeling of ease. Sometimes I like to go back to those imaginative spaces and ponder what it's like to float, or what it's like to spend days in a beautiful field. 
And then the nighttime comes, and I create little worlds in sleep. 
Sweet dreams, everybody.