She went to her bed. Dreams in her eyes. Her heart was a bit shaky. For all the times she tried to grab the sand in her confident hands, it simply slipped out. It was not about failure but about the disappointment it brought that she was scared of. It was not about the heartbreak but about the sheer feeling of compromising herself that she didn't want to do again. But her dreams were in her eyes. She knew where she wanted to go, she knew her heart and she knew her soul. And she knew she had just this one shot to go. So she closed her eyes and prepared to sleep. But her dreams won't let her. As a result, she decided to spend a sleepless night but it was too much. She could actually feel her eyelids turning heavier, but sleep wasn't there. Just a sense of fatigue and restlessness. But her soul was stronger than her body, it told her not to give up. To be a warrior and fight her way out of this war between the Ying & Yang sparring with each other inside her head. It told her she was brave enough, strong enough, capable enough to put up with her fears. To put up with anything that came in her way. It told her she deserved better and that she must find her way to better. It was like a whispering lullaby that resonated within her. And gradually but not too soon, she knew that she was meant to nothing but win if she didn't give up. So she made up her mind to bring that precious smile of hers back on her lips. The night was silent and peaceful now. The clouds were calm, maybe a storm was about to come. But, she wasn't afraid anymore...
Eventually, night fell in her lap. Her dreams were her companion then. And she was the queen of her fairytales...