Imagination

[jjemerino]

You could tell just by looking at him, that he was one of those people who harbor a hundred worlds within themselves, and the world he lived and breathed was only one of many. There was no "if," only "when" and "where;" possibility implied transliteration, defined reality. If he could dream it, he could see it come true, could peek into the world in which it transpired exactly thus, happened precisely so.

And if that world wasn't the one he woke up to, it was sure to be the one he drifted off to come sunset; dreamers are like that, after all.