Lost in a Playground

There's something oddly comforting yet unsettling about dreaming where everyone seems to revert to childhood.
Adults chatting softly over snacks, teenagers skipping stones, all innocence and simplicity.
Waking up, I wonder if we long for that pure joy or just yearn for simpler days when worries were tiny and life felt lighter.
Sometimes I catch myself wishing life's complexities could dissolve into playtime again.