Write a dream

The cold morning still feels on my skin right now with one touch on a striped white paper. The chirping sound of birds that escaped the morning is also not inferior to the rooster crow in this morning. For a while the school children, they are the young generation of the nation who will be the spearhead of this nation in the future. I thought for a moment, "today I write what yah?" I asked silently, scratching my chin. "I write about dreams aja deh" I replied later.