Sitting & Waiting

I was sitting on the bench in the middle of my dreams and all I could think of was the task ahead. It never dawned on me that this path was made for me. I opened my journal to write. Sometimes, I open my journal to write when I feel like I have something important to say. It read:

Today feels different. I'm sitting on the bench in front of the Graphic Design department. I'm waiting for the museum to open, I'll get some extra credit for my Pan African class. I feel tense about other things in my life. A cute guy just passed, he has long dreadlocks which remind me of Bob Marley. I have a lot to say but I mainly want to say that things will get better.

So there you have it. Sitting in the middle of my dream while focused on the task at hand.