Saturday Freewrite Single Prompt: Dream

I lay in bed ponderous, time like an ever rolling stream washes away the pain of the yesterday. The start of everyday is a brand new opportunity; we can only move with the flow and hope we don't crash into too many rocks of disappointment along the creeks of life.
Despite the heartaches of the past, we must cling on to the present and hope for a better tomorrow.
Life deals us different hands, some are good while others a bit better. We got two options, play what we're dealt or risk taking from the deck; it could get better or worse.
Its easier for some to close their eyes in the middle of the night; some have the mental fortitude to stay strong when moments seem bleak while others simply fold. There's also those who close their eyes because of contentment; the feeling of satisfaction that can only be derived from within softens the blow of their inabilities, dwelling constantly on the positives.

There's others scared of the darkness from their eyelids, there's a perceived darkness constantly after them. The worry lines crowd our face and we spend many a pensive moment in agonizing silence. The fear of the dark keeps us from dreaming. Our eyes remain open because of the pains caused by the figurative slumber that amounted to nothing.
Perhaps dreaming is for losers. The real winners are the people who were capable of bringing theirs to fruition, therefore, the winners were once losers after all. Perhaps I should dream.