Who hasn't looked at the ceiling before bed and wished for more? For a world where life was a grand adventure, not a tedious commute. I wished for dragons and demons, for the chance to wield a sword and master the elements of magic. I wished for the scent of herbs and potions instead of city smog, for tomes and scrolls instead of textbooks.
It was just a thought, a common escape.
I never thought I would simply close my eyes, go to sleep, and wake up to find that impossible, longed-for fantasy of weapons shops and goblins had become the one, undeniable truth of my new existence.