• The window looked better than ever as I sat inside waiting to get out. I counted down the seconds until that one sound sets me free. 3...2...1... victory. Like ants from an ant farm, we scatter through the hallways stopping for a second and then gliding towards our next destination, not a care in the world. I let the school of one-thinkers sweep me across these chambers, slipping away into the current until I reach my destination. And once I see the sunlight, I run. My excitement rings through out the body and I'm anxious to reach home sweet home, because thats where I want to be and nowhere else.

    The door swings open and I run up the stairs pausing for no one. And as my bag jumps onto my bed, I lock my door and turn off all forms of contact toward me. I can't help but to trollop in the heat of the moment, before I close my blinds in almost complete darkness. What comes next is hard to believe. Once everything is ready, I proceed to pick up the pen and pad of paper which was placed on my polished platform. I close my eyes and write the words "I'm not here" listlessly and sporadically on this vessel and then count down... 3...2...1... and I'm not there.

    And when I open my eyes there I am. In the middle of a world unseen by the naked eye, but its there. They look nothing like you or me, these creatures of unintentional beauty. Their world is our world, but they don't know it, and we don't know it. But we share the same things on different planes. They can't see us either, which is a good thing. The temper that they keep can be quite the bother sometimes. I've watched them for...1... 2... 3 years now and I've never been more entertained. Neither a screen or a ball could keep me out of this world, although some say I'm already there. I've tried telling people about it, but they just don't get it. I've tried teaching them how to get there, but they can never see it. Maybe I'm special, maybe I'm crazy. It doesn't matter to me, just as long as I'm there.

    As they play and ponder and fight and eat, I can't help but to wonder what it would be like to be like them. But that thought is too far of an ease to care, though I try to make it true. Whenever they sneeze, I bless them, but they don't hear a word. When they fall, I look at them with tender eyes so that I know they are okay. And when they fight, I can only root for my favorite to win and hope that they come out victorious. And I can never resist watching them eat, their teeth gnawing on every piece of food, finishing the 1st... 2nd... 3rd morsel of nourishment in a matter of seconds. And then I wonder if they dream when they sleep. Dream of a world like ours, because I know I dream of a world like theirs. And I'm sure I'm not the only one. If they could see us, what would they do?

    The watch on my arm screams and blares until I awake from this world and go back to ours. Before my departure I say bye and sweetly blow a kiss to the world that is not of ours. For now I have to come back to my world and be tortured by monotony and commercial abuse. And from that point I can only eat, write and sleep and then count the hours on when I can visit that world again 3... 2... 1... and then a new day will arrive. No one can ever know my secret, not because I don't want them to, but because they don't understand. But if your mind is as free as those majestic creatures then maybe, just maybe you can visit their world. But until then, dream in color and live in dreams so that if the day comes, you will be ready. Just remember to count.