Wake up; go to school; come home; go to sleep; repeat the process. This is my life. I wake up in the morning and I can already predict exactly how my day will play out. 99.9% of the time, I am correct. Boredom leeches my soul from my body, leaving me as a sluggish zombie-like creature, wandering through life, apathetic and cold. At the end of the day, when I am curled up under my fortress of blankets, sometimes I'll wish that I could close my eyes, and never wake up. No, I do not wish for death, I merely long for change. My dreams are the only place that I feel that I can breathe. I liberate myself from one world and find myself completely immersed in my own undiscovered haven. There are no boundaries except for those of my imagination. I can travel to the places that the average person is incapable of comprehending. Luckily, I am anything but the average person. I am free. I have adrenaline pumping through my veins, fueling my drive for survival. I am alive... Until I open my eyes. I sigh, attempting to reassure myself, as the blissful memories drift too far into my subconscious to even be classified a memories. My euphoria is chased away as I sink back into this nightmare we all call 'Life'. I am in the real world, dealing with real life, and I would do anything to escape this constant reality.