You had been given a new distraction. An obtainable goal to reach. Just a pick me up to get you out of this rut. In the end we both know it isn’t something you want. Once you are bored again you will loosen your grip and those sweet daydreams of summer sun beams will slip through your fingers until the next time you need something to grab onto so that you can be saved from drowning further. I hope I am wrong, but it is all too familiar. Waking up in a new reality seems to be the only way. Lately I have been reacting to the people inside my dreams as if they are real.