I sit on the floor by the window, hugging my legs, my mind full of thoughts. The moon shines brightly tonight, painting everything in shades of blue and violet. It’s one of those nights where silence speaks louder than words.

I hold a small rose in my hand, delicate and fragile, just like some of my dreams. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever reach them or if they’re just that… dreams. My eyes wander to the sign on the wall: “Caution: Follow your dreams.” Is it a warning or an invitation? Maybe both...

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. I’m not sure if I’m tired or just lost in my own thoughts. But deep down, a part of me still believes, still hopes.

The night is long, but morning always comes. And maybe, when it does, I’ll be ready to take the next step.