My Daytime Dreams

April 14: (I just realized the title I picked is a lot like someone else’s. No wonder it shows up in searches so often. I’ll change it to something unique later.)

I’m not sure this book will satisfy any of you readers.

But each story in it stands on its own.

I mean, if someone like me, a total beginner,

can write even one or two stories you find interesting,

then I suppose that means I’m worth half a penny, even if I’m not worth a penny.

Well, good night and sweet dreams.

----2025/4/1

(This is a novel you could find anywhere.)

I can’t come up with rich story settings.

I can’t come up with tightly woven plotlines.

I can’t come up with a detailed outline.

I can’t come up with vivid characters.

I can’t believe I’m writing this.

I can’t imagine how it began.

I can’t imagine how it will end.

Still, every story deserves an ending. My dreams have never shown any sign of wanting to stop. I used to think everyone dreamed every day, but later I found out that wasn’t true for everyone.

For me, dreaming is a wonderful thing. Sometimes I have nightmares, but in my dreams I’m always a little hazy, as if I’m a brand-new, independent person in every one of them.

There’s always some situation that calls for a new version of me to make up for past regrets.

The only thing that’s a little disappointing is how often these dreams end too soon.

But if they’re daydreams, I don’t think they’ll ever end. They’re always acting like a child in my mind, innocent of the ways of the world and sometimes confused, always saying what they want. But there’s nothing wrong with that, is there? I think no matter how old and mature we become, there should still be a child in our hearts, holding a wooden sword and fighting the world.