I get Home and go to my room, tears running down my face. I lay down and put on some music trying to forget the pain. After a while my vision blurs and I fall into a deep sleep.
While I sleep I wake up in a different world then the one I left. I'll venture from the place I awaken and take a look around out of curiosity. I'll have no idea how long I was in this world, whether it be 1,2, or 3 hours of time. It's not like how long it's been will bother me. As long as I'm happy there I don't really care.
I finally wake to my name being called. Tears are stained on my face but it's not like it matters to me. If anything I can just go back to my imaginary world.