Lucid Dreaming

I had a dream last night.

A dream of lanthornes floating in the sky with my hopes attached to them.

A dream of me stepping on light and then falling onto the cold ground.

A dream of golden seas and purple clouds with orange skies.

And a dream of little paper boats, filled with lotuses and dahlias and lavenders, floating on those golden seas.

As much as I wish my life was as majestic, beautiful and controllable as that dream was, it isn't.

I am a gardener in a destroyed garden, and my only escape are those dreams. I know that seems weird but it's really the only thing I know and I keep thinking about her perfect fine fur and-

I am snapped to reality by my venus flytrap lightly snapping onto my paw.

"She'll never love you. She has a boyfriend, that means she's straight and she'll never love you. She hates you." It said. One little thing about jamaa flytraps is that they repeat what you say to them. I had said it to the one I had named Rose Gold, and I meant it with my soul.

I love her so much.

So...so much.

Her name was-oops, is Tulip. She got me into gardening for my living.

But she'd never love me.

WIP