rustling branches of trees stir me out of slumber and into that place between dreams and the waking world, where thoughts can cros the threshold of my mind and manifest themselves. looking into my reflection, i see a person unlike that i have seen before, a boy on the verge of manhood no longer, i am now a grown man: young, strong, and wild. I am the man i am in my dreams. my eyes refelct the passion within and the weights of the world have been shrugged off, to reveal a back made strong and a spirit stronger still. he raises his hand out to me, through the looking glass.
in time the color of the room has turned from the soft blue of the night into the straw-colored yellow of a new day. I slide out of my bed and walk towards my own reflection. i reach out and graps the outreached hand. i see a place i haven't thought about since i was a child. rolling plains of green grass, a winding silver river, and a mountain carved out of crystal that would come alive with color and light at the beginning and end of each day. The reflection's skin tone has turned warmer in the light of this new day. the strength of his hand has rippled through my body and i feel strong again.
off in the distance a buzzing sound can barely be heard and i stare into these eyes lit with the fires of passion. a flame i have not seen in my own self for far tool ong in my life. suddenly, the door swings open and my mother is standing before the threshold asking if i am awake. I look ar ound and the illusionary world has melted away to reveal the waking world, my hand is pressed against the mirror and the reflection of that man has remained. all that pasion, and strength is still inside me and it is not going anywhere.
today is a new day.