my defense

Sometimes,
I am kept up at night
because I am writing up stories in my head
meeting up with fictional characters,
who aren't so fictional.
To finish up sentences that weren't fully 
and loudly said.
To accessorize the rough reality and
add colour to the greyness of days.
Sometimes,
I want to be in that dream,
while I am fully awake.

I want it mine, not my pillow's.

A few days ago, I learned,
that fantasy

is my defence.