Tingling with fresh anticipation, it was an eager
countdown to the idyllic fantasies come true,
the kindling of an unused candle to
burn far fiercer than the lifeless ones
you kept in your pocket; ecstasy at
the appraisal of infinite luck,
an excited dread at the countdown nearing its expiration...
but what is this?
We saw that fantasy is built from four dimensions —
length, width, height, and overidealization.
The joy lies in the expectant wait and not in the action itself.
And that day, I learned that reveries are best left in their allotted
box, tucked safely away from the grips of reality...