My way to the top

I had everything, or….did I? Sometime I was a princess looking down on her subject, other time I was your usual high school boy. I was even a king. No matter who I was. I was always the main protagonist. Always the one in power. Always making my own choice. Never controlled by anyone. Even if I didn't have power or wealth, everything turned out in my favor. No matter what. And yet, when I was just about to be the 1st. Reach the top, I woke up. I woke up ans stared at the dirty walls, the run down ceiling, the snoring of the other kids, the coldness in my body. I woke again and again just to realize everything was all a dream. One second I was at the top the next I was back at the very bottom in the orphanage. Where everyone looked down on you, made you work too much, starved you, beat you. All that to make them feel more powerful. I was awake once again. No matter how many time it happened, I would always hope that it was the truth. You want what you can't have, right? Even at the top you want to go higher and higher. After days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned to a year, I had reached the top. The very top, unable to go any further. I hadn't woken up yet. I was at the top, asleep, able to control almost anything I wanted. But it wasn't enough, being at the very bottom for all of my life had made me starve for power and wealth. I suppose you reap what you sow. I tried to go higher. And I fell. All the way to the bottom, even deeper than that. I could never reach the top again. No matter how hard I tried. Or so I though…