I put my palms on my pillow and lifted myself up. The plush silk pillow was wet - I actually did shed real tears for a made up scenario in my head. I cried when I felt that sharp pain in mychest - that feeling when you're heartbroken, devastated and had no way out. Yet there's nothing that's truly making me feel this way. It was purely my own imagination. Have you ever let your train of thoughts craft the hallucinating fabric of reality and illusion in your mind? Call it a window to an alternate universe if you will, or simply allowing your imagination to run wild. I've been doing that since I was a kid, non-stop. My fiance told me I daydream a lot, and he could easily tell when I start doing that. I would start twirling my hair, biting my nails, playing with my own fingers and looking at them as if they were such amusing foreign objects. Subconsciously, my bodily action is not capable of following the movie my brain makes up in my daydream. Today, I saw my...