Dreamland

There is a place I visit every day.

No one else knows it exists, only me. It's my very own place.

It asks nothing of me, never judges, never changes, never leaves me.

On the contrary, reality does.

When the line between the life I imagine and the one I'm neglecting grows thinner, I have to confront a question I had avoided for years:

What happens when you've spent so long dreaming that everyone else has learned to live without you?