Mountain of Dreams

As I am opening a magazine before I go to bed, what do I see before my eyes but a paid trip for a journey up Mount Everest. My eyes grow more tired as the minutes go by, becoming a struggle to keep them open. Soon I find myself at this natural beauty. We are climbing higher and higher and we are becoming weaker and weaker. The temperature has been dropping as we escalate up this wondrous beauty. We must pitch a tent before day turns to night--providing us with warmth and protection. Starting a fire can be such a difficult task, so we try and try again. Each time it ignites, the strong winds blow it out like a candle. Goose bumps on my body have become such a tremendous size that it feels as though they alone could reach the top of this mountain. Camp, now set for the night, leaves us waiting with dreams floating around in our heads before the sun rises once again. When I open my eyes I find myself lying in my bed untucked from the comforter to discover that all of this was simply a dream in my head. All of that excitement over nothing. Not to my surprise, the heater in my house broke that night.