Dreams in the Dark: My Nighttime Escape

So there I am, lying in this dark backyard, eyes closed tight, letting my mind wander to that dream again. You know the one, Anonymous - the dream where some mysterious stranger appears out of nowhere and sweeps me off my feet. It’s silly, I know, but it’s the only thing that gets me through these cold nights on the streets. I mean, what’s the harm in a little fantasy, right? It’s not like I’m asking for much - just a warm bed, a roof over my head, and maybe someone to hold me tight.

I’ve been dreaming this dream for weeks now, ever since I started sleeping in this backyard. It’s not much, just a patch of grass behind an old abandoned house, but it’s better than the alleys or the public restrooms. At least here I can close my eyes and imagine a different life. In my dream, the stranger is always tall, dark, and handsome - the kind of guy who could protect me from all the bad stuff out there. He takes me home to his beautiful house, gives me a hot shower, and lets me wear his soft, clean clothes. And in return, well, let’s just say I’m more than willing to show my gratitude.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy for holding onto this fantasy. I mean, what are the chances of some rich guy stumbling across me in a dirty backyard and deciding to take me home? But then again, life’s full of surprises, isn’t it? Maybe one day my dream will come true, and I’ll finally get off these streets for good. Until then, I’ll just keep dreaming, keep hoping, and keep surviving. Because that’s what us street girls do best, Anonymous - we keep going, no matter what.