I see pink butterflies. Barbie. Yup. You read right, Barbie. There's a Barbie lamp on the desk, and how old am I? Ok. Not telling. It'll be creepy if you knew. Anyways. So. Barbie lamp on my desk, and, believe me, I'm pretty past the age of Barbies. But I loved playing with them. No, not admiring their amazingly skinny legs, dry hair,and their no-fat-whatsoever. I loved using them to live out my dream worlds. I loved brushing their hair and building lives for them. I loved creating a fantasy with happy things-heroes, villains. Heroes emerging from impossible hardships, getting their love and discovering new powers. Villains of a troubled past and struggling to maintain a clear sense of who they are. That was my hobby before. Now, I guess, I just create worlds in my head. I live them when I stare ahead. I see my characters come to life when I lie down and try to sleep. Then I wake up again, and it'll be that time again to rebuild my kingdom.