Title: Dream World
Author: becky_da_wolf
Characters: TARDIS, the Doctor
Rating: G
Summary: Details of the world inside the TARDIS.
Disclaimer: Only not mine if you understand what I'm describing...you'll see what I mean.
A/N: This was written for Paper 2 of my GCSE English exam. My brief was "Describe a dream world", so I did.


( Every dream world requires a portal... )

I need to get this down now and it really doesn't matter if no one ever reads it.

I've come to a realisation. Having spent the past 13 years (on and off) telling people that what I want to be when I grow up is a doctor, I've realised that, whilst it's not a lie, it's not entirely true. I would like to to be a doctor. It would be a great career and I'd be bloody good at it. I'd probably really enjoy too.

But what I want to do is something else entirely. I want to act. It's the first thing I think about when I wake up each morning and I fall asleep thinking about it. My problem is how do I go about making a career out of it? I know my parents would support me in what ever I decide to do, so that's not a problem. Any other career, you do A-levels, you go to Uni, you get a degree. Is that how it works with this? It's not really something they discuss as a career option because it's so damn unpredictable, so uncertain.

I need to act. It makes me truly happy.

This is a poem about something I did over half term. Don't ask me what I did, you just need to know I did it.


Tension
We are the waiting.

Those, lucky enough to be
Here with those they know
Are clumped,
Chatting about anything but
The impending coming.

Those, unlucky enough to be
Here on their own
Are sat alone,
Attempting small talk with
Other strangers.

Unfamiliar surroundings
Frighten those whose dreams
Teeter on a knife edge

Except
I'm not worried.
I come here without
Expectation
I shall leave without
Regrets
Safe in the knowledge
That I have, at least,
Tried.
That, no matter what, I have
Tried.