I stare up at the ceiling

giving up on

tossing and turning

eyes wide open

mind wide open



remembering to


watching out the

window for that

tell tale spark

or that

click against

the window that

lets me know

its true.

That I really

wasn't dreaming

and its all a

wish come through.

I want what

I don't want,

just like every

other girl,

looking out for

the nightmares

disguised as dreams

the curses masked

in wishes that

we all wish.

splattered on a

window pane

my dreams for

all to see,

what do you see?