Her dream...

She dreamt of a wooden study desk with a small table lamp.
Reading in the soft glow of light. Listening to her favourite music?
The night falls slowly, and the trees whisper in silence.
The stars peep out and watch her as she sits on her desk by the window.
Writing in her diary perhaps?
Sometimes glancing outside the window, staring into the sky.
She dreamt of that one world of her own. Of uninterrupted silence.
So simple. So pristine.

It took her several years.
And one ordinary moment of epiphany, to realize that the dream did come true.

-Merci.