Mystery Flavors That Dance in My Sleep

Last night I dreamt I was in a tiny kitchen, tossing ingredients like a pro chef.
The smell of garlic, soy sauce, and sizzling oil filled the air.
It felt so real that I woke up craving a stir-fry at 3 AM.
Yet here I am, exhausted after another long day and too broke for takeout.
Sometimes those dreams make me wonder if my future might actually involve those happy cooking moments instead of just chasing job closures or daily struggles.
Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up with chopsticks in hand?