Perfect Day

On a Friday night, I slowly but exciting crawl onto my cozy bed thinking I can finally take a break from virtual learning and college apps. I stare at the dark ceiling hoping for that comfortable tiredness to come, but it never came. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Reddit and YouTube in an attempt to find something boring so I can fall asleep. After about half an hour of searching, I settled on some good old "oddly satisfying" videos. Surprisingly, sleep came quickly. I allowed this tiredness to take me away hopefully to a refreshing, dreamless sleep. 

I opened my eyes; it is the next morning. I sit up in my bed feeling like a new person. No body aches, no one vacuuming the house, no one mowing their grass outside, and most important no annoying alarm. I probably forgot the turn it on last night, but it's just one day right? I walked into the kitchen and smell some delicious eggs and sausage frying in the pan. I ask my mom what is the special deal today? She said she bought too much at the grocery store so we have to eat some right now to clear up the fridge a bit. The rest of the day went as well as it could've been. Everything is so perfect I wish everyday is like this.

Suddenly, I hear an echoing alarm ringing in my ear; that perfect day is slowing fading away into complete darkness. I close and open my eyes again to see that white ceiling above my bed. I can hear my mom vacuuming next to my room; I can hear the alarm loudly screeching in my ears; I can also hear the lawnmower outside doing its thing. I sit up in my bed and realize that I slept in such a weird position last night and have a terrible neck ache. I go into the kitchen to find a glass of water and a hard boiled egg on the desk and a thin piece of toast. That perfect day I had was just a dream. The rest of day turned out really badly. I had tons of work from school and for college and I have to prepare for a power paragraph on Monday. I had to read some weird passage about some windy streets and a random women that has trouble seeing a sign. As I slowly crawl into my bed again, I again hope there will not be a dream that shows me what I truly desire. But I doubt that will happen.

I wonder when will I live that perfect day in real life.