But when I woke up I remembered that the only reason we were in this life was cause my dream. And I was nervous that the boxes sitting around the room would take form creating a vicious atmosphere that’s not safe for a fish in a tank. But luckily the world I’m present in is simply made up while my real reality is an emphasis on my imagination where I can take hold of the sun and turn it upside down when I want night to cover the sky. But my only problem with that is the sense of being doesn’t always arrive in the nick of time like it does in fairy tales of kings and queens. And you try to tell me that its ok for me to live like this but what no one gets is that I cant live not knowing a single person inside out and outside in. for made up characters are always fine and peachy except when they start talking back. but I suppose when you start hearing voices from those that reside in imagination you can remove yourself from responsibilities and what not. For more than likely you will be in a home with walls covered in padding and doors of white. And its then that people will start to believe that they couldn’t believe you for when you said you were ok it wasn’t actually you speaking. and when you said nothing was wrong, well, that was simply a lie. But then I turn over and I realize that while im still laying in my bed and you’re still questioning my existence in a world filled with a lack of emotion from every third person I cant stop staring at the crack between the door and its frame. And I wonder how something so restricting can have slips that can let in ghosts that float around spooking those small children we have yet to abandon. and that’s when I blurt out what, in a voice unfamiliar to myself and you turn and stare at me as if im a stranger from a strange land laying in bed with you. what? You ask and I turn a cherry shade of red for it wasn’t you saying anything but the people from my real world of hims and hers that, well, I’ve never really met, cause, well, they aren’t really alive. And you ask what again and I say only in my dreams does reality become real and only in life do my dreams come true. And although it makes very little sense to you and me both I know that you turn over and fall asleep cause that’s who you are and this is who I am. So I continue to look and count and reach for the items that surround me in the room I call home. But then it strikes me that im not really sure who I’m talking too because as I lay my arm onto your side of the bed….all I feel is the coolness of an empty sheet. And the space where nothing has been for a long while.