I closed my eyes, slowly, trying to shut out the constant sound of crickets outside of my window. I waited, counting the seconds and counting invisible sheep. I felt something click. I felt a jerk of my body and I sat up in my bed.
I tip-toed downstairs, feeling a hidden rush inside of me. Something was telling me that anything is possible. Something was telling me there is more to life than just what is seen.
I want to skydive. I want to sing a song and call it mine. I want to name a star after me, and everyone to refer to it as a part of the stars in the Amazing Constellation.
I don't want to be just another person in a world of sames. I want to be the one to stand up and laugh when everyone else is quiet. I want to be the one to wear every color in the rainbow, when everyone else is wearing black. I don't care what others think. I want to be the person that everyone makes fun of, because they're the ones missing out on everything I'm enjoying.
I felt that rush again, but it was different, more over-powering, and so unexplainable. It can only be explained by words Webster has not defined. I wanted to sit down and be a cricket. I felt a rush to hum, but I wanted to be more.
I want to float into the sky and hold onto a shooting star. I want to walk on the moon. I want to do something too many people are afraid to do. I want to give hope to people who lost it years ago. I want to give love to people who can't give anymore love. I want to make a world filled with happiness.
I reached downstairs, stood still for a few seconds, and began to dance. I danced like I had never danced before. I danced with love, danced with hope, and danced with potential. I let my heart flow through my limbs. I drained out the endless beat of my heart; it was only another cricket singing.
Everything seemed magical. Anything seemed possible. Everything seemed possible.
Then I opened my eyes.
Everything I thought was possible drained. I was dreaming, but deep inside of me I still knew it was real, whether or not it actually was.
I stood up.
Now I look at life differently. There is more to it, and I'm going to be that different person. I better start small, but you'll see my name one day. You'll hear it. You'll know it by heart. Someday . . .
