When I was a little kid, I used to daydream a lot. My mom would often berate me when she finds me with a faraway look. She knew then that I was in my own little world. She didn’t like me doing that because I might not come back to reality. Good thing she kept reminding me to stop. Or I would have never come back.

Because in my world, every little thing is to my liking. And I am the queen of it all.