A Dreamy lady

She always had her head in the clouds. She loved to imagine different worlds and scenarios, where she could be anyone and do anything. She often daydreamed during class, work, or even while walking on the street. She didn't care much about reality, as long as she had her dreams.

One day, she met a man who shared her passion for dreaming. He was an artist who painted beautiful landscapes and fantastical creatures. He told her stories that made her laugh and cry. He showed her his paintings that took her breath away. He understood her like no one else did.

They fell in love and decided to move in together. They rented a small apartment near the park, where they could walk and talk for hours. They decorated their home with colorful pillows, posters, and books. They filled their shelves with paints, brushes, and canvases. They created their own little dream world.

But soon, reality caught up with them. They had to pay bills, buy groceries, and deal with everyday problems. They had less time and energy to dream and create. They started to argue over trivial things like chores, money, and plans. They realized they had different expectations and goals for their future.

They tried to make it work, but they grew apart. They stopped talking and listening to each other. They stopped sharing their dreams and stories. They stopped painting and writing together. Their home became dull and silent.

One day, she packed her bags and left him a note:

"I'm sorry but I can't stay here anymore. I need to find my dreams again."

She left the apartment and took a bus to the airport. She didn't have a destination in mind, she just wanted to go somewhere new and exciting. She bought a ticket to the first flight that caught her eye: Paris.

She boarded the plane and sat next to a friendly woman who was traveling for business. They chatted for a while and exchanged stories. The woman told her about her job as a journalist and how she loved to explore different cultures and places. She asked her what she did for a living.

She hesitated for a moment, then said: "I'm a dreamer."

The woman smiled and said: "That sounds wonderful. What do you dream about?"

She thought about it and realized she didn't have an answer. She had been dreaming for so long, but she didn't know what she really wanted. She felt lost and confused.

She looked out the window and saw the clouds passing by. She wondered if she would ever find her dreams again.


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