The walls that surround me, they hold me, like the hug of a mother. The room has warmth, it brings me a sense of peace in the ever dark, the lights have long ceased their bright noise. The laptop by my hands, the glow it provides, it keeps me rooted in reality, some reality... somewhere. I tap away at the keyboard on my laptop, tap away at buttons, tap away. The buttons click at my fingertips, letters making words, words come together to express my mind's thoughts in a sentence, the sentence presented in their own paragraphs, a package not to ever be presented. 

Pitch black, the room swallows all sense of existence. Intense darkness drowns out my sense of reality. In a pit without light to hold me, in the void of space, a space void of all meaning. It speaks to me, anytime I am here, anytime I am this way, the pages of my book speak to me. The chapters provide a place to belong, the pages are my friend, we share so much time together, within the warmth of these words. 

It never takes long for the words to flood my thoughts, the world within those words start to melt, the pages now begin to spill an ocean of emotions. Breathing becomes weighted, as if the air is too thick, thick enough to cut with a knife. Am I drowning? A grab at my hand and a pull. Hoisted out of the sea of my imagination, I take a deep breath... the laptops light caressing me gently, the book in my lap awaiting the journey to a place of pure imagination. That journey will not be alone, it's never alone, it can never be alone, my mind will join us, my heart will join us, together we will explore a reality that is never to be.