In my dreams, I feel free. I can be happy. Genuinely happy. And when I am awoken back to reality, my world becomes heavy and I want to go back to my dreams. Fantasy is my friend. Reality is my enemy. How can I get better if I don't want to leave my dreams? Sleep is my drug. It is my addiction. It cannot be escaped. When night arrives, my bed beckons to me. It offers me a safe and warm place to lay down my head. My dreams swirl about me and reality fades away. Once again, I am intoxicated by fantasy. At last, I am free.