A Dream in Daylight

by Joshua Benjamin

Growing up from the cradle of poor poverty, he has always dreamed of a kingly reality. This was never just a wishy fantasy. There was a certainty of destiny in him wrapped up in the fragnance of obscurity. Though the surrounding atmosphere crushed his dexterity with the finest display of amazing mediocrity. 

How daringly he tried to believe his originality when challenged with the audacity of many rootless opinions and sterile perceptions. 

Yet he befriended time to reveal his future in the present. 

And suddenly, just suddenly, time arrived too early. He was summoned to be king. Now a season with a reason was upon him. He had been revealed by prophecy to wear the ancient robes of a dying king of his nameless kingdom. 

Indeed prophecy – riding on the horseback of fearless superstition, sacredly delivered with the brilliance of fiction. 

And he arrived….gently appearing out of the invisible air with an apparent majestic display of jocularity. 

Beholding the throne ahead, he walked a thousand miles in every step, time giving him space for his pace. 

Soon with a sunny smile and milky look, he expected the crown to sit upon his evoluntionized scalp. 

Oh my…… but there was a loud scream…. “Ade oo00000” again and again. 

Perplexity had arrested him, the clouds forming on his simple face, the raindrops of perspiration all over. 

He was awakend by his mother…. and he wept because alas it was a dream in daylight.