Neverland

I received a full 12 hours of sleep last night.
It was just going to be a nap but i couldn't get myself to move.
After resting an hour my alarm went off. I didn't move i kept sleeping.
It's summer, there must be rest to be had. I've been working hard for a long time now.
and i need rest. Still do maybe. But there is work to be done. There's always more.
This is the beginning of the long haul i think. Maybe thats what they call it. That "grown up" phase.
Where things like responsibility become your middle name. The game changes.
And yet stubbornly i stick to my fantaseas! Like Pan and Wendy.
It's a story I've been told one too many times.
The story of growing up and giving up on the things you love most! But why!
Why must i do this to grow up! What is wrong with my fantasy? It is mine!
It's the one thing i can call my own and depend on to be there when i wake up
and even if i wanted it to go away, which i probably have. Still it stays.
Ever present like a memory but not. It will never fade.
I pick up pieces of this fantasy each day, little treasures.
Which make me believe that a part of it is real. and tangible. and not fantasy at all.