Reading in a room with the fire crackling in the fire place hearing the trickling sound of the falling rain. Letting your mind wonder in a far away place were the characters come to life feeling and seeing everything that you are reading right in front of your eyes. The words pop out of the page dancing right besides you. Being able to talk to your favorite characters and having a good old time. You can feel the presents of other, as if it was all real, your own little world that no one can tell you what to do. Nothing can destroy your dream...until you hear the booming loud voice from your mother telling you to do chores while your sister is doing nothing but fooling around. The characters in the story calling you back but you are stuck in reality, you feel betrayed, lonely, saddened. But what can you do? nothing... You can't hear the story anymore can't go back to the world you belong in. You get bullied by your siblings, get taunted by your sibling's boyfriend. Make one word and you get slapped across the face by your mother. Trapped between 2 worlds, one that doesn't exist...or does it? Your mind makes it real, but is it actually real, can it be real? You sit there with the broom in your hands looking up at the cold night sky looking beyond the stars as the rain falls off your face. "Do I actually exist in another world?" you start to question wondering. The book glows in the living room calling you back. You disobey your mother and continue reading. Your mother comes in with the broom ready to strike until you disappear. The pages of the book swirls around you and you appear into the story, so you do live here. Happy as you can be, you run threw all the daffodils barefoot this isn't the real world, this world is better then the real world, for this world is your imagination.