There is a feeling you get when you daydream. You vision get hazy. Your mind takes you places where only you can see. I imagine the gap between daydream and reality is lot like the gap between the realities of a soldier in the middle of a blood soaked war, and the shell shock that soon follows a horrific display. Your mind just stops working. It takes you somewhere comforting; away from the boring class, or the terrors of war. It is an escape mechanism that can happen in an instant. Before you are even aware, someone snaps their fingers, says the magic words, and brings you back to your star crossed reality.
There is a feeling you get when you daydream. You vision get hazy. Your mind takes you places where only you can see. I imagine the gap between daydream and reality is lot like the gap between the realities of a soldier in the middle of a blood soaked war, and the shell shock that soon follows a horrific display. Your mind just stops working. It takes you somewhere comforting; away from the boring class, or the terrors of war. It is an escape mechanism that can happen in an instant. Before you are even aware, someone snaps their fingers, says the magic words, and brings you back to your star crossed reality.