Every morning, when I finally resurface from my messed up dreamworld, I enter another imaginary land of monsters, wizards, dragons and gods.
I need that lazy hour for myself, just listening some repetitive music and daydreaming about everything forbidden.
This might be a good thing, because who wouldn't want to become a part of an epic story instead of the boring, grey and average consumer life? But sometimes, I need to focus on other things, reality, and I just can't.
I'm writing a book, but there are days when I get stuck, and then I feel cheated... I feel sad, because why, just why is that, my brain can produce a crossover or a fanfiction, but when I need it the most, it just turns itself off?
It's like having something special, an ability, which is useless in situations when you need it.
I feel pretty useless most of the time, but at least I have something other people often envy. They really do. This is the only part of me what is worth noting, and when it fails me... I become invisible.
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