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...