A DaydreamBy Isobel Woods
(Chosen Theme: Tune)
(Song Choice: To The Sky by Owl City)
“Shipwreck in a sea of faces,There’s a dreamy world up there.Dear friends in higher places,Carry me away from here.”
Children ran around, kicking a football between them. Hunter watched them, his heart sinking down to the core of the Earth. Sighing, he glanced down at his wheelchair. He had been born with non-functioning legs, so he had never been able to walk. That wasn’t what bothered him, though. What bothered him was not being able to play like a normal boy, and adults treating him like he was going to die any minute.
Glancing once again at his school’s football team, Hunter wheeled himself to his parent’s car. They had agreed to take him to the school’s first match of the year. But now, he just didn’t feel like watching.
In just one day, it would be Hunter’s birthday. For the past week, Hunter’s parents had asked him what he would like for his fourteenth birthday. Hunter hadn’t really thought about presents that much. Nobody could fix his legs for him, but being able to walk was Hunter’s secret wish.
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch the rest of the match?” his mother asked, watching him with pitying eyes. Hunter shook his head, not saying a word. His brown hair fell into his eyes as he heaved himself into the backseat of the car. As his father put Hunter’s wheelchair into the backseat next to him, his mother turned on the raido. Hunter suppressed a sigh. His mother almost always put on the radio, and Hunter was sure that it was supposed to raise his spirits. It never did.
But he was surprised to hear something that interested him. It was a song, with an upbeat and musical intro. It went into a man singing.
“Travel light, let the sun eclipse you,
‘Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there’s more to this brave adventure
Than you’d ever believe!”
Hunter was silent for the entire ride back to his home. He was enwrapped in the song on the radio, which was a surprise. Hunter didn’t particularly like music, but this song somehow spoke to him. It seemed to do more than convey words to him, it… inspired him.
“Birds-eye view, awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue.
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,
‘Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high.
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind,
And take to the sky (you take to the sky).”
Imagining that he had wings of his own, Hunter thought about flying through the clouds that dotted the sky above him. He imagined the joy and freedom of it. Flying sounded like so much fun! What would it be like to actually fly though? Were there different definitions of it?
“On the heels of war and wonder,
There’s a stormy world up there.
You can’t whisper above the thunder,
But you can fly anywhere!”
Being able to fly anywhere that he liked did appeal to Hunter. He wouldn’t be confined to his wheelchair anymore, and he would be able to explore the world. But this reality wasn’t real… was it?“Purple burst of paper birds,
This picture paints a thousand words.
So take a breath of myth and mystery,
And don’t look back!”
Hunter leaned closer to his window, gazing longingly at the clouds above him. Why couldn’t he go up there and explore what they had to offer? He sighed quietly. Maybe one day, he would be able to explore the world, with his own invisible wings. The thought greatly appealed to him.
Hunter smiled.“Birds-eye view, awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue.
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,
‘Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high.
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind,
And take to the sky (you take to the sky).”
“You ok back there, bud?” Hunter’s dad called. Hunter was jerked out of his daydream just long enough to respond with a quick, “I’m doing fine, dad!” His father didn’t respond, and Hunter didn’t see if he had nodded. He had returned his eyes to the sky, and cast his thoughts back to an impossible thought.“There’s a realm above the trees,
Where the lost are finally found.
Touch your feathers to the breeze,
And leave the ground.”
Hunter did feel like he had been found. This song had awoken something inside of him, and it made him feel exhilerated! They were almost back to their home now, and the song was almost finished. But Hunter didn’t want the song to end. At least, not yet.
“Birds-eye view, awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue.
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,
‘Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high.
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind,
And take to the sky
(You take to the sky).
(You take to the sky)”
Hunter sighed. The daydream had ended, but it still felt real to Hunter. He had dreamed that he could do anything that he wanted to, and he wasn’t confined to his wheelchair. He had still had his wheelchair in this dream, but that hadn’t mattered.
He had changed the world. Hunter had changed the world! He knew that he could, if he tried hard enough. Hunter waited until he was back in his wheelchair before he asked his parents, “Mom? Dad? Could I please have that song we listened to for my birthday?’ His mom nodded. “Of course you can, honey.” she said.
Hunter smiled, and it shone with a thousand possibilities.
(Chosen Theme: Tune)
(Song Choice: To The Sky by Owl City)
“Shipwreck in a sea of faces,There’s a dreamy world up there.Dear friends in higher places,Carry me away from here.”
Children ran around, kicking a football between them. Hunter watched them, his heart sinking down to the core of the Earth. Sighing, he glanced down at his wheelchair. He had been born with non-functioning legs, so he had never been able to walk. That wasn’t what bothered him, though. What bothered him was not being able to play like a normal boy, and adults treating him like he was going to die any minute.
Glancing once again at his school’s football team, Hunter wheeled himself to his parent’s car. They had agreed to take him to the school’s first match of the year. But now, he just didn’t feel like watching.
In just one day, it would be Hunter’s birthday. For the past week, Hunter’s parents had asked him what he would like for his fourteenth birthday. Hunter hadn’t really thought about presents that much. Nobody could fix his legs for him, but being able to walk was Hunter’s secret wish.
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch the rest of the match?” his mother asked, watching him with pitying eyes. Hunter shook his head, not saying a word. His brown hair fell into his eyes as he heaved himself into the backseat of the car. As his father put Hunter’s wheelchair into the backseat next to him, his mother turned on the raido. Hunter suppressed a sigh. His mother almost always put on the radio, and Hunter was sure that it was supposed to raise his spirits. It never did.
But he was surprised to hear something that interested him. It was a song, with an upbeat and musical intro. It went into a man singing.
“Travel light, let the sun eclipse you,
‘Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there’s more to this brave adventure
Than you’d ever believe!”
Hunter was silent for the entire ride back to his home. He was enwrapped in the song on the radio, which was a surprise. Hunter didn’t particularly like music, but this song somehow spoke to him. It seemed to do more than convey words to him, it… inspired him.
“Birds-eye view, awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue.
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,
‘Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high.
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind,
And take to the sky (you take to the sky).”
Imagining that he had wings of his own, Hunter thought about flying through the clouds that dotted the sky above him. He imagined the joy and freedom of it. Flying sounded like so much fun! What would it be like to actually fly though? Were there different definitions of it?
“On the heels of war and wonder,
There’s a stormy world up there.
You can’t whisper above the thunder,
But you can fly anywhere!”
Being able to fly anywhere that he liked did appeal to Hunter. He wouldn’t be confined to his wheelchair anymore, and he would be able to explore the world. But this reality wasn’t real… was it?“Purple burst of paper birds,
This picture paints a thousand words.
So take a breath of myth and mystery,
And don’t look back!”
Hunter leaned closer to his window, gazing longingly at the clouds above him. Why couldn’t he go up there and explore what they had to offer? He sighed quietly. Maybe one day, he would be able to explore the world, with his own invisible wings. The thought greatly appealed to him.
Hunter smiled.“Birds-eye view, awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue.
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,
‘Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high.
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind,
And take to the sky (you take to the sky).”
“You ok back there, bud?” Hunter’s dad called. Hunter was jerked out of his daydream just long enough to respond with a quick, “I’m doing fine, dad!” His father didn’t respond, and Hunter didn’t see if he had nodded. He had returned his eyes to the sky, and cast his thoughts back to an impossible thought.“There’s a realm above the trees,
Where the lost are finally found.
Touch your feathers to the breeze,
And leave the ground.”
Hunter did feel like he had been found. This song had awoken something inside of him, and it made him feel exhilerated! They were almost back to their home now, and the song was almost finished. But Hunter didn’t want the song to end. At least, not yet.
“Birds-eye view, awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue.
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,
‘Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high.
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind,
And take to the sky
(You take to the sky).
(You take to the sky)”
Hunter sighed. The daydream had ended, but it still felt real to Hunter. He had dreamed that he could do anything that he wanted to, and he wasn’t confined to his wheelchair. He had still had his wheelchair in this dream, but that hadn’t mattered.
He had changed the world. Hunter had changed the world! He knew that he could, if he tried hard enough. Hunter waited until he was back in his wheelchair before he asked his parents, “Mom? Dad? Could I please have that song we listened to for my birthday?’ His mom nodded. “Of course you can, honey.” she said.
Hunter smiled, and it shone with a thousand possibilities.
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