Clara blinked awake slowly, the comforting bliss of dancing barefoot on stage fading as she found herself once again staring up at the cracked plaster ceiling of her tiny apartment. She clutched the fleece blanket, wanting to stay wrapped in that wonderful dream where she had felt so free and uninhibited just a moment longer.
But the harsh morning light beginning to creep around the window shades made it impossible to recapture the feeling. With a disappointed sigh, Clara reluctantly crawled out of her sagging mattress bed and went to pour herself a bowl of cereal.
As she munched the bland flakes, Clara’s mind kept drifting back to the vivid dream. She yearned to feel that same transcendent joy and creative expression in her waking life. But the endless audition rejections and financial struggles of the past few years had only brought growing feelings of frustration and confinement, not freedom.
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