Yesterday Was A Dream

For me,

Yesterday didn’t happen.

It was all a dream,

Or a nightmare of sorts,

With overlapping conversations,

And fantastic stories,

Too good to be real.

Maybe I was dreaming,

Because there’s no proof of it.

Except I remember,

Every minute of it happening,

So vividly that I know,

My life wouldn’t be the same today,

Without yesterday happening,

Even if it was a realistic dream.

P. S.: If I fall back asleep, can I change the ending of the ‘dream’?

FLY, I SAY