Feathers

I can soar high above the clouds, dive deep into the depths of an inky ocean, or land on an alien planet thousands of galaxies away. In my head, at least. All my imaginative adventures are nowhere near as difficult as real life.
I'm curious. Thoughtful. Whatever you call it, I want to understand the world. Learn what's really important in life. Which is difficult, when the television's screaming across the room at you about how desperately you need an expensive coffee machine.
I daydream a lot. Just like some people play video games or draw comics or bake cakes (which isn't a bad hobby at all); I sit and let my imagination transport me away to a magical universe. When did daydreaming become such a bad thing? Maybe, just maybe, it'll help me slot together the jigsaw of reality together...