To Live a Dream

I get to live my dreams.

Sometimes I think that I forget that.

I get to live my dreams, each time I string words together. Each time I slip into someone’s mind just so I can write a scene so true it almost feels like a memory.

I get to live my dreams each time I write, and it is always a dream of my choosing.

My world. My people. My adventure.

Why would I ever want to do anything else?

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