Lily was an accident. That’s what Mom and Dad said, when they broke the news to me and the brothers over second-time-around meatloaf and corn on the cob. An accident, as if they were apologizing for puncturing holes in the inflatable pool with the lawnmower...

An elderly collector of second-hand books wrestles with his unusual ability to "read" the lives of his books' previous owners... and with one unique book he can't seem to read.

**THIS HAS NO STORYLINE, IT'S AN INSIGHT** I don't believe there are many books on Maladaptive Daydreaming here, so my personal purpose is to try and connect with other daydreamers - I promise you're not alone, and this thing doesn't have to be classed as a "disorder" if you don't want it to. MD(D) makes me happy, and if it makes you happy, I don't believe it's a disorder. I see it as a personal way of life and something that helps me. Society has a way of making you believe everything is a disorder. This Wattpad document is about 3 main things. One, making sure you know you aren't alone. Two, allowing you to see outside of the charade that coins Maladaptive Daydreaming as a "disorder". Three, I wanted to find a way to let myself go and talk about my case of daydreaming. It's not something I can talk to anyone in real life about, so I trust you guys reading this will be able to understand me and understand the highs and lows of having this better than anyone in real life ever could. Seldom updated as of 2015.