Poem 45: Dreaming, (Part II), (A Short Story Put Into Poetry)

"Goodnight, mother." 

Mother: "Goodnight, Amy." 

As I closed my eyes, I had awoken into another land, 

Not in the pink sky, I was on the ground, on the green sand, 

Nothing in this reality, was ever bland, 

My friend, Catherine, had come back, I gave her my hand, 

We were running across the neon green hills, 

Leaving this wonderful land, would give me chills, 

I don't want to leave and I will not, 

Even if it was compulsory, I would still not, 

The pink sky turned purple, 

It wasn't night, the land was still bright, 

It was a different part of the day, 

Rarely, the colour of the sky would ever change, 

It was always ever strange, 

As this was a rare moment to see, 

It turned from pink to purple quite quickly. 

No longer, was in the dream, 

No longer, did I remain happy.