After the dream, the smile seizes to leave my face.
I had wings.
Beautiful, white, feathered wings.
They were there.
They looked so happy to be around me.
They complimented my wings.
And they hugged me.
They said I was pretty.
And then I woke up.
Although I'm still happy, I can't help but wish that dream was real.
Now here I sit, at my school desk, knowing nothing like that will ever happen.