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In a dream I walk


Each day in a dream I walk.
The day merges into the next.
Same as yesterday, I’m lost.
Is today yesterday or tomorrow?

I don’t have to go to the office.
No meetings to attend.
No work to clear fast.
No after office parties.

Nowadays time isn’t important.
There are no deadlines to meet.
No urgent breaking news.
No rushing to do the bosses bidding.

Each day merges into the next.
House chores done. Cooking done.
In a dream I walk; a dreamscape.
The day ends. Sleep calls. I dream.

Morning comes. Sunrise.
Yesterday brings today’s dream.
The routine has not changed.
There is no rush. In a dream I walk.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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