But Dreams End No Matter What, Don't They ?

I was a superhero once more in that yellow and black. Flying, dashing, jumping and really having fun. Even though it was only for two quarters, I thought I did really well.

And she stood there, silent. But not in the usual intimidating way. She leaned against the pillar, arms folded and head tilted. There was something in her that made her appear very relaxed and assured. Then, I knew it.

She stood there being very proud of me.

I know she tried hard to not let it show cos' she never lets emotions show. But her gentle calmness about the game just gave her away.

It's really weird how much we all value her even though she is strict as hell.

After the game, I grinned like a monkey cos' I stood proud of myself, stood really proud of the sport.

But then, I woke up.

And I can't continue with the game anymore. I have walked to the end of the path.