Daydreamer (Hiatus)

I absently stared at the sky, preserving only a sliver of attention on the long, dried blade of grass which I twirled between my fingers. It was hard to tell where my mind was at. Leading an army of ten thousand into battle perhaps? Or sailing the seas alongside my unflinching, undaunted crew.

Adventures of perilous journeys and triumphant outcomes to satisfy any young heart. Or perhaps I wasn't thinking at all, but instead simply taken by the endless sea of blue that silently rocked above my head.

They call it "maladaptive daydreaming," I say it's creativity. There's a difference. Maladaptive leads to a decrease in productivity whereas mine leads to an increase. I don't just want to visit my fantasy worlds, I want to live in them, feel them, taste them.

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