Story Time
Last night, I dreamt that I was a story teller and failing to decide on, and for that matter, correctly remember an existing story, I decided to make one up. This is the story I dreamt…
We all have things we desire, often toys of some description. Whether the cars are small enough to race around our living room or the roads. Whether the house we long for is for our dolls or a castle in the mountains fit for a princess, or simply something better than we have. Whether the planes are radio controlled or private jets. Yes, there are all sorts of toys that tempt us. Or, perhaps what we crave is something less materialistic: a dream job, a person or a pet to love, or some other undefined form of fulfilment or source of happiness. Yes, we all long for something that is perceived as being beyond our immediate reach.
