End of the day

It is the end of my day and the end of my week.
I am very tired. It has been one of the best weeks of my life. I feel very happy. 
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new week. 
I am going to have a nice hot bath. Turn my laptop off and go to bed. My dreams used to belong to other people but now they belong to me. That is the way it should be. That little five year old boy did not get a chance to dream. He used to dream about people chasing him and hurting him, he used to dream that he was running towards his family and security but he could never quite get there. 
That little boy can dream now. He can dream about being an astronaut, he can dream about living under the sea, he can dream about whatever his little imagination can think of. 
Something very special was taken away from him but he never stopped believing that one day he would get it back. 
That little boy is my inspiration.