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I love to sit by my small window in the late afternoon. Outside things move slowly.inside my thoughts move fast. I sometimes imagine that the window is not just glass but a door to many different worlds. Each world hides dreams. I call it my window full of dreams. When the sun is soft and golden i open the window a little. A cool breeze enters. It brings the smell of trees dust and faraway rain. I close my eyes and listen. The sound tells me stories: someone laughing in a distant street a bird calling a car passing slowly. My mind uses these sounds to build dreams.

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In my first dream i am a traveller who walks alone through fields of wildflowers. The flowers shine like small suns. I feel warm and calm. I walk until i reach a big river. The river is very clear. I see my own face looking back. I feel peaceful. I wish i could stay there forever. But then i hear a bell from the far side of the river. It tells me a new dream is waiting. The second dream begins with rain. The rain is gentle liked tiny fingers tapping on the windows. I open the window wide and let the rain splash on my hands. My hands feel cool and clean. The rain washes away my worries. In this dream the city looks new and quiet. People move slowly but they smile more. I meet a child who gives me a bright yellow kite. The kite flies high above the tall buildings touching clouds. I run after it and i laugh. The kite becomes a star and i feel that my dreams are not small anymore.

My third dream is inside a library that stretches forever. Rows of books reach the sky. Each book holds a secret. I walk between the shelves. A quiet voice tells me to choose any book. I pick one with a red cover. Inside i find stories of brave hearts kind words and helpful hands. I read and read and each page gives me hope. I learn that dreams can be shared. They can make others smile. I decide to write my own story so the next traveller can feel the same joy. When the sun sets the room becomes dim. I close the window slowly. The breeze stops but the dreams stay in my heart. I know i cannot live in all of them at once. Still the window is there ready to open again. Tomorrow the wind may bring new sounds. New dreams may appear. For now i keep the memory of the three dreams. They make me feel strong warm and full of light.

My window full of dreams is simple. It needs only a small space a softs breeze and a quiet mind. That is enoughs to make my life richer to make my days brighters and to make me believe that every tomorrow can be filld with new dreams.