I always admired sleep. During sleep I could escape the torture if the real world and vacate to another land, another time, another life. A world of which I made my own decisions and took my own adventurous paths.
Sometimes I'd wander through multiple realms, looking for the perfect one. Other nights I would roam in the world I started in and edit it to my standards. It all really relied on whether I wanted to deal with one complicated creature after another; usually not. I didn't always have those kinds of dreams exactly, though.
I walked into the living room, with it's white walls, beige curtains, and light brown couch. The room was a dull picture, and evey day I was to look at it. My room was the spark of imagination, but the living room destroyed any chance of escape to a far off land. My parents, sitting leaisurly on the sofa, blended well with the room.
The party guests had gone. Cake lay discarded on the black coffee table. Through the window, I could clearly see the full moon hanging in the sky, like a giant white pearl. Somehow, I scarcely noticed that there hadn't ever been a full moon on the night of my birthday. Of course I didn't take this into much thought because I was tired and I just wanted to go to sleep.
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Escape From the Dream (Previously Titled Reality Vs. Fantasy)
RandomA girl named Alyson Hyperfrog wishes on her 15th birthday that fantasy were her reality. She soon is trapped in her own dream of world that sure as heck is fantasy where she meets fairies,both good & bad, trolls, royals and more! Will Alyson make it...
