Coming True

Alone in his room, the walls became monsters boxing him in on every side. Whenever he tried to escape from one wall, another stood in his way; his vision was cornered. Finally, looking out of his window, he finds his escape. 

Leaping from the  frame, the cold hits him harder than the ground does, but it’s not as hard as the rain falling from his eyes. Looking up to the stars glowing in the pitch black of night, he asks, “How do dreams come true? And... When are mine coming to me?  They’re taking too long, and I think they may have gotten lost somewhere. Please Stars, if you ever find my dreams, will you tell them where I am?" 

The next morning he ran to his mother and asked, "Why did you lie to me!? Why did you lie to me!? You told me dreams come true, but they don't!"

"Who told you dreams don't come true?!" she replied. 

The little boy looked up and said, "Dreams don't come to us, we have to go to them, and as we get there, we come true. We will never find ourselves until we find them." 

"Who told you that?" She asked. 

The little boy smiled up at her and said, "My dreams told me so, let’s go!”