you always preferred peace and quiet and privacy

so you could close your eyes and let your mind wander,

escape the monotone of daily life for just a few minutes,

like when you were five years old

and spent your school days sitting under the table reading books,

because fictional characters were more interesting than your hysterical classmates.

you remember how you used to sit

and think about what is and what could have been

and what should have been.

always dreaming up more desirable scenarios

because real life was dull

(it still is)

and you yearned for something exciting, captivating.

(you still do.)