You made it! A glass of a champagne or maybe a tot of a tequila, perhaps a cup of steaming espresso or precisely, iced latte.. Like one of the fairy tales, legs crossed sitting on the top of the balcony Alice in wonderland, every piece of the jigsaw puzzle impeccably fitted, you wonder, maybe you time travelled Is it the howling sound of the wind or it's melodical eolian tone, giving a déjà Vu of the good moments, a presque Vu of the lone traded paths Gleaming moonlight, blazing little stars twinkling, sparkling on the already wet eyes. This time tears of joy they are, nope no sombre mood.. It's late night 1100hrs, novella opened, laid on the crossed legs, Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone-First Edition, Reading out loud to the coolness of the night, page 723 "Of course it is happening in your head, Harry, but why the hell should that mean it is not real?" Turning the last page, shoving it away.. The last sip, stretches out, hushing a small soft whisper " it ain't a dream, you made it" Walking out to the beauty of the night, perhaps,catch a sleep for it was worth the struggle.. ©️@nmaudrey_poetry🖊️