The Magic Pillow

One a cold January night, an exhausted man placed his head on a magic pillow. As he began his quest for a good night’s sleep, he felt the weight of the blankets on his body. His eyes looked up at the ceiling and counted the ceiling fan’s still blades.

One…..Two…..Three…….

He began to drift off into another realm; his vision faded into darkness. He felt his body lighten and then felt a slight falling sensation.  Time and space began to droop like a Dali painting.  Fleeting images flirted past his head like a hummingbird in search of nectar.  The magic pillow was beginning to work.

Vivid dreams began flooding the chambers of his brain.

He dreamed of being in shape. Of having plenty of energy to work through he hectic day and looking good to impress his wife.  He dreamed of finishing the big 10K race in town. He could hear the crowds cheer him as he crossed the finish line. He saw his kids holding signs congratulating him.  He tasted the sweat drip down from his brow. He felt his lungs labor and burn.

He then dreamed of having a successful career as a writer.  He saw himself standing at a podium speaking to an audience who had come to buy his latest novel.  He saw his book on the NY Times Best Seller List

He dreamed of having a happy family. Of his wife smiling and his children growing up healthy and happy.

He dreamed of wealth. Of never having to worry about money again.  He drove his nice car and enjoyed his modest but luxurious house.

The magic pillow cradled his head, allowing peaceful sleep that allowed his desires to come forward and dance on this brain’s main stage.

He watched his wife sleep, heard her soft snore and smiled.  First he’d go for a run. Then he’d write 1,000 words. Then he’d do some work around the house to surprise his wife when she woke up.  All before anyone else in the neighborhood lifted their head off their pillows.

He looked down at his magic pillow and realized how its power truly worked:  You have to lift your head off of your pillow early every day and get to work.

It was the first step in making his dreams come true.

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