Episode 1
As I sit beside the windows , dreaming bout the perfect past, figurines of imaginations take shape right under the shadows of trees with the distorting light coloring them with a little life. The vision moves on and on as I move through the traffic of a mundane life devoid of moments that used to light up a smile bright enough to switch on the sparkles in my eyes. Slowly but steadily my perfect pas t with the figurines move skyward where the clouds set the stage of perfect fantasy where I play the perfect role, the perfect me his is just another day in the episodes of day dreaming by yours truly .